The Trumpets have sounded too early this year, my Ice Follies were in bloom before the frost had gone away in February, the tiny daffodils at the feet of an angel were inspiring and the final flush of gold seemed here and gone before anyone had time to appreciate them for their bright beauty and silent song. Ah! A fickle but much loved lady, who wouldn’t envy Spring for her beauty? I vowed today even before the camellias take their last bow, that the first flush of spring green would not pass me by, ferns, fronds, clover and shamrocks ~ Welcome back old friends and lucky ladies, what would a garden be without your cool clever green? St. Patrick’s Day wouldn’t be the same without you!
Love y’all Camellia
Camellia's Cottage 