Going Native in Rowayton. BY BRUCE BEINFIELD. M y Dad was a general surgeon whose hobby was growing rhododendrons and azaleas on the two acres that surrounded our circa 1952 raised ranch in Westport. From the time I was nine, I was conscripted on Sunday mornings to dig holes in the glacial till and plant. Dad had a green thumb, but no sense of design. I started imposing order on the process, and struck a deal by which I could dig the holes where I wanted, as long as I got the crop into the ground with plenty of peat moss and water. It was up to me to twist and turn each shrub so that it would show to its best advantage. Azaleas are a lot like people in that they have good sides and bad.