The Monday following the election, I noticed a flash of pink in the northwest corner of our backyard.
I’m nearsighted, so I wandered out of the kitchen, grabbed my glasses, and returned to the window overlooking the backyard. Yup. Still see pink.
So I grabbed my phone, put on my shoes, and braved the damp. Our 10-year-old camellia — which had never even developed a bud — had flowers. And buds galore!
Today, after Mike tracked down the receipts showing when we converted that back side of the yard, I decided to document the garden and keep a record of ‘how to’ tips for the various plants.