My mother's camellias

...She hasn't space for instead she wall-trains them.

...It takes a while....

These have been here for as long as I can remember - (the pink one was given to my mother at the birth of my older brother)....What I'm trying to say is that they're older than ME.

I don't remember them ever flowering so abundantly as this year.
















...leaving a trail of luscious bounty....


Too many blooms to carry indoors, (like so many precious babies) and float in bowls


...So they get used to anoint topiary...'n stuff.










I'll write a recipe for this one-pot-wonder once I've grilled my mother on her secrets.

a bientôt