I spent yesterday afternoon roaming a special camellia garden on Johns Island -- one of my very favorite places to go when I'm tired and just need to be in a quiet space. I walked the garden for several hours with Pete's 87 yr-old father, Skip, a man who knows more about camellias than just about anyone, I'm guessing, and who has such a deep and innate feel for gardening - that it's a part of him, it's who he is. His camellias are grown for themselves, not for anything or anyone else -- and they're hybridizing and new sports are popping up all over the place. When I ask Skip which camellia is his favorite, he has two responses that I always hear: "The next one I see..." or "The one that's in bloom...". I'll let some of his camellias speak for themselves.
One word...wow!
Posted by: Pat | 18 February 2007 at 09:43 PM
Hi Pat - they were really amazing. I was surprised they were so nice, since the previous night was so cold - but they held up well. I'm hoping to get back out there soon.
Posted by: Pam | 19 February 2007 at 09:52 AM