Although the hard freezes we got a few days ago nipped the toes of the camellias, turning the blossoms already full bloomed into sad, brown things, the buds appear to have been unharmed.
I just can't get enough of this variety and I am glad I planted two of them.
There is a metaphor here and it's so obvious that I needn't even remark on it.
But I will say that when something comes along which is entirely beautiful, gather as much of it to you as you possibly can.
And then cherish the hell out of it.