Everybody complains about them, yet they won’t stop buying them. They get too big, yet they keep planting them under their windows. Nobody wanders through the nursery and is delighted when they come across them. They are on a mission. This is a task. They drive in and ask, ‘Where are the Rhodies?’, march up the hill, pick out something suitable and drive off. Like buying toilet paper, or milk. Not like buying chocolate or roses. Here in the Northwest it’s expected that everyone has a good supply of rhodies. ‘I’ll take value meal #3, rhodies, hostas and supersize me with a laceleaf maple.’ We can’t see the forest for the trees.