Once upon a time, I was born and raised in Connecticut, spent years after marriage in Connecticut, and had never seen a Camelia. It’s a type of plant.
These days, I write a better part of the year in Pinehurst, North Carolina, and Camelias are a charming part of my life.
Who couldn’t love a plant blooming in the fall, as Thanksgiving comes and goes, or coloring the gardens in December and January, with lovely red, white and pink blooms? While we’re at it, why not swoon at the image of lovely light and dark pinks, and glorious white blossoms heralding the start of spring in February and continuing through March and into April?
Camelias – so many varieties – abound in the land of the pines. Spring-bloomers and fall-bloomers are the two major groups (species). All are lovely. I hope, dear Readers, you either live in an area with Camelias, or can visit an area with these outstanding blossoms. They are one of life’s treats.
You know I am a former flower-farmer, right?
It doesn’t take much to bring me nose- or hand-to a flower or plant. And ... one of my middle names is Flora, the same as one of my grandmothers. What can I say, I thrive with the beauty of flowers. I also find it particularly relaxing and invigorating to take walks among the evergreen camelias and evergreen pines, holly, and southern magnolias during the cooler months of the year, when my mind has tired of writing. How lucky am I?
In between glimpses of Camelias, I am currently editing my next novel, with hopes of sending it to my professional independent editor for review shortly. To learn more about my writing and upcoming book releases, please sign up for my newsletter. I rarely send news more than once a month, unless a book release is imminent.