Growing up camellias flowered at the end of winter - spring was next. At home the camelias, (two large trees - one pink and one white) in my mind, were linked to family as the were a connection to my grandparents. They were big, old and bushy and planted by past generations. Hence I love seeing the fragile blooms here, but am constantly surprised by the intricate and controlled pruning of the bushes here, but love the blooms such as these seen near my apartment.
Camellia japonica
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Looking forward to reading your comments and responses. Mary