Pear trees are blooming, daffodils are scattered about, winter is going to take a nap!!! I hope. This has been a long, cold winter to this southern gal. Atlanta in the spring is something to behold.
I was meandering around the yard, to look at all the "new growth". Hydrangea's budding, Peonies sneaking up, and my Camellia bushes were putting on a show!!! Luscious queens, topping my list of favorite flower.
As a young girl, growing up on Kenmore Street, our neighbor Mrs. Tutt had a "gi-normous " Camilla TREE, in front of her house. I thought they must be wealthy, to have such a jewel. She guarded those Camellia's from the neighborhood hooligans. We were just kids, playing hide and seek, what better place to hide, than inside the Camellia bush. Every once in awhile, I would drum up the courage, to ask if I could have a new bloom. She declined, but said I could take whatever I wanted from the ground. If you were quick, and had "hawk eyes" you would see the bloom when it first fell to the ground, THOSE WERE MINE!!!! They were like red and pink pillows, that were beds for my dolls, and ornaments for my hair. Sometimes, I would just hold them, in awe, they were royal. Mrs. Tutt's Camellia Tree, is beautifully etched in my memory.
My Camellia bushes, not so much!!! However this year, they surprised me, and bloomed in honor of Mrs. Tutt and my childhood. Their ruffled, plump pose, signaling winter is over and letting me know, " You can cut the new blossoms, Bonnie, this is your Camellia bush!!!" Merci beau coup, Mrs. Tutt.
I was meandering around the yard, to look at all the "new growth". Hydrangea's budding, Peonies sneaking up, and my Camellia bushes were putting on a show!!! Luscious queens, topping my list of favorite flower.
As a young girl, growing up on Kenmore Street, our neighbor Mrs. Tutt had a "gi-normous " Camilla TREE, in front of her house. I thought they must be wealthy, to have such a jewel. She guarded those Camellia's from the neighborhood hooligans. We were just kids, playing hide and seek, what better place to hide, than inside the Camellia bush. Every once in awhile, I would drum up the courage, to ask if I could have a new bloom. She declined, but said I could take whatever I wanted from the ground. If you were quick, and had "hawk eyes" you would see the bloom when it first fell to the ground, THOSE WERE MINE!!!! They were like red and pink pillows, that were beds for my dolls, and ornaments for my hair. Sometimes, I would just hold them, in awe, they were royal. Mrs. Tutt's Camellia Tree, is beautifully etched in my memory.
My Camellia bushes, not so much!!! However this year, they surprised me, and bloomed in honor of Mrs. Tutt and my childhood. Their ruffled, plump pose, signaling winter is over and letting me know, " You can cut the new blossoms, Bonnie, this is your Camellia bush!!!" Merci beau coup, Mrs. Tutt.
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