When I first moved down South, I had no idea what all the bushes I’d see in the mountains boasting white or pinkish blossoms were called. Soon enough, I learned they were rhododendrons. This photo was taken on a trip to North Mills River in North Carolina. Thousands of blossoms fluttered in the breeze and landed on the water much to my delight. The scene conjured magical fairy forests. All of those blossoms afloat fits this week’s photo challenge perfectly.
On a side note, many films set in Appalachia are filmed in Transylvania due to the mountains looking similar. However, the dead give away is that Transylvania doesn’t have rhododendron bushes growing all over the place like weeds. Roan Mountain in Tennessee even holds an annual Rhododendron Festival. And why not? It makes perfect sense to celebrate something that burgeons with beauty the eyes simply must devour.