In South Georgia we are never without flowers. Our calendar fills with blossoms.
I stepped into my yard yesterday, November 2, to find that we've welcomed the Thanksgiving month with a special blossom. The first camellia of the season. This bush is well over seventy years old. It was planted by Mr. Elcan many years ago when he was the garden's guardian. (See my early post about him.)
My kitchen garden has been ablaze with cassia for a couple of weeks. What a welcoming sight on a chilly morning. I hope it blazes away until Thanksgiving when my Houston band arrives.
I've been on the run lately, so few postings. No. No postings. I'm heading out to Austin for Story Circle affairs this morning. It's hard to leave the garden.
