
When we moved into our home five years ago, an ancient rhododendron featured prominently at the corner of the house, its gnarled branches hanging ominously over the driveway. Gravity and age tugged at its branches, which scraped the windshield of our cars as we pulled in and out; what pale blooms there were peaked quickly. It was hard to be in the shadow of that great bush and not feel, well, overshadowed.
My husband and a friend decided late the following summer…
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