On the south side of our house, there are two azalea bushes. You can't see them from the street, because they are hidden behind a big rhododendron. I generally see them only when I have to take something to the yard waste bin.
They were there when we bought the house, and I don't know why they were planted where they are not visible from the street or from a window.
But they are so beautiful.
One of the things I had to leave behind when we moved was a wild azalea that my dad had brought up and planted in a corner in the backyard, where I could always see it through the sliding glass door. It had a wonderful, delicate fragrance.
I took some photos of it before we left, to help me remember it.