finally, the camelia blooms – after 16 windstorms, 2 snowstorms, and a hurricane that snapped the bush into twigs – very late this year; normally, a few open for my mid-december birthday…
normally, the bush drips with two hundred brilliant deep cerise flowers, the size of saucers, that I can see through the french doors of my bedroom… and now, maybe 24…still, what I have are even more beautiful for their rarity…
so there it is…
Singing With the Boys 