Looming in the back of my mind for at least a week has been the quandary, what am I going to write about? I didn't want you, my faithful friends, to think I had buried myself in the compost or some such erroneous undertaking. But for the life of me, nothing, and I repeat, nothing was coming. No newsy garden-related-events merited my, or your attention.
But wouldn't you know it? The muse can be an elusive thing but when it finally comes a callin' you've got your ah ha moment.
I was with daughter number 1. After finishing up our errands we decided to stop in at a thrift store, just to have a look around. Those of you who are thrift store addicts know what I'm talking about. Just a look around, right? Anyway, right there by the front door was this beautiful Camellia (C. sasanqua 'Yuletide') in bloom. I'll write about this sweet little camellia! I told myself.
Well, typical me. I was going to take photos on the way out but about half way home I realized I had forgotten. Thankfully I had a few I took last year that I could use on my blog.
This camellia baffles me. It grows as a foundation planting in front of a cement building, in blazing, south-facing summer sun. I don't understand why it does so well. I thought camellias liked dappled shade and cool roots.
This photo of pink-flowered Camellia 'Mrs. Tinkley' was taken several years ago before she passed away. She's a later-blooming Japonica species. Guess what. I've tried growing and killed both 'Yuletide' and the Mrs. Sometimes you have to enjoy plants from afar, conceding that they just don't like your garden, for whatever reason.
The final photo is of my Winter Sweet in bloom (Chimonanthus praecox), so named for the delicious scent of the rather diminutive flowers. It thrives in my garden, so I'm happy. You win some. You lose some, right?
I kind of like visiting the thrift store and seeing that sweet camellia defying the odds.
Have a wonderful week.