I took this snap this afternoon of a potplant that lives on our front patio. Why did I do that you ask. Mainly because it never fails to amaze me, at its second flowering each season, just how many different colours it shows on the one bush.
Incidentally, a lady (one of those people who you feel thinks they know everything) told me exactly fourteen years ago (in April 2001) that this azalea was dying and we'd be lucky if it lasted out the season. Personally, I think for a plant that was given the death sentence so long ago, it is doing rather well.