The azalea part is personal. My parents live a part of Pierce County called Otter Creek. Their yard serves as a bench mark for directions, at least in the spring. They have nearly four acres, two of which is the prettiest azalea garden outside of a professional gardner's home you will find. Directions to nearly anything in Otter Creek will either involve the yard with all the azaleas or the community center.
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This is a week for me to be extra proud of being a Georgian. TV announcers will speak in hushed tones about patrons and second cut. We won't be subjected to ridiculous tie ins with CBS or ESPN's other shows. Commercials will be limited. In short, it is a beautiful time, a time reminiscent of TV sports before Fox. I admit, I'll get misty eyed seeing the blooming flowers, something that won't happen here for another three weeks (except for the lilies, we've got lilies out the ass). I'll get excited when someone wearing a UGA hat is perfectly framed in the shot of some miracle putt. I'll be jealous when I get a text from someone I know on the grounds or see a TV shot of a familiar face. No doubt, The Masters is on my bucket list.
Finally, I'll host my traditional Masters party on Sunday afternoon. Pimento cheese and egg salad sandwiches. I require everyone to get quiet as the last two groups play Nandina and Holly. I make my kids watch it. They need to know what it means. If you find yourself in Central Illinois, let me know. The house is easy to find, just head out I-72, we are the house on the left, the only one within 400 miles with a UGA flag hanging in front of it.