Forty or fifty blooms, each land-labelled, were laid out on tables, with names like “Frosted Star,” “Angel Wings,” “Sweet Emily Kate” and “Pagoda.”
My own yard also has four or five old-growth camellia bushes, each a good two stories high. I can almost reach off my balcony and pick the blooms.
The bush closest to me has five different colors and types of camellias, all on one tree. I don’t know whether grafting, or another phenomenon, is at play. I just know they’re spectacular. One is snow white with a pale, pale pink stripe or “stain.”
The Secret Life of Plants is a book by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird, later apparently made into a 1979 documentary. For now, both must come under the heading of What I Wouldn’t Do for Two or Three More Hours in Each Day.
That is part of the Cross. Sometimes it seems we’re either enduring life on the one hand, thinking, Man, life is long! Or on the other hand, we’re so excited about life we can hardly stand that in our short span here on earth we’re never going to be able to take in, learn about, and experience everything we wish we could.
I love taking pictures of flowers. My sense is they are shy about their beauty! If you admire them very much, and stay very quiet, and exercise great patience, sometimes they will yield up a secret or two.
The photos below are of the camellias in my yard at night, lit by the motion sensor lamps that come on along the outside stairwell.