When Chris and I bought our first house in Bakersfield there was beautiful, old camellia bush by the corner of the porch. Grandma Erma loved it. I did too. I can hear her now saying how beautiful it was. We only lived in that house 2 years, but the camellia was one of my favorite things about it. (The other thing was the grapefruit tree.) The next owners of the house decided to take out the camellia and put in a palm tree. I cried.
Now I have a camellia in a pot on the patio. It is small, but beautiful. When I look at it I always think of my grandma. I miss her. She is still living, but, at 82, she isn’t the same. She lived around the corner from that house and used to come over all the time to visit and help me with the kids. Now she lives in assisted living. I hope they have a garden there with lots of camellias (and roses.)
(I put some pictures of my camellia on flickr.)