One of the first signs of colour in our parish, after the dreadful green and grey of winter, comes from camellias. Originally from east Asia, they have become staples in the ornamental winter flowering shrub category in British gardens. Nearby Mount Edgecombe, just over the Tamar, has one of the largest national collections. They seem to thrive in our acid soils and the mild wet winters of our maritime climate. We have four camellias in the four edges of our garden, like cardinal markers of the compass. When they choose to flower, our winter garden changes and four individual characters make their presence known to us. Let me introduce them.
Love this. The frothyness of the beautiful camelias that builds to the stained pavement image. Ooof. Powerful. An unexpected end and more edgy and poignant for it in my opinion. I also really enjoyed the image of kissing the camelia - I felt like it made such a clever nod to your own mortality; that you were in touch with yourself in that moment l. Delicious and sensual.
Also, is that photo of Camelia of the East? She's so handsome in that pinstripe :) xx
I love the last paragraph! I see it more about renewal and the natural rhythm of life than death and decay... I loved reading it. x
Love this. The frothyness of the beautiful camelias that builds to the stained pavement image. Ooof. Powerful. An unexpected end and more edgy and poignant for it in my opinion. I also really enjoyed the image of kissing the camelia - I felt like it made such a clever nod to your own mortality; that you were in touch with yourself in that moment l. Delicious and sensual.
Also, is that photo of Camelia of the East? She's so handsome in that pinstripe :) xx