This, my darlings, is a sea-foam camellia. It doesn't even look exactly real, does it? I think it looks as if it were made of meringue. As if it might melt on your tongue. I have a few other white camellias and they are lovely but none compare to the sea-foam.
Here's another beauty.
Of course you can.
It was...interesting. To a degree.
Every year we promise ourselves that this is the winter we shall cut them down. Seventeen years later, the job has only become far more difficult. If we did cut them down (and they are an invasive, non-native species and no, we did not plant them) we could possibly grow some dang citrus trees back there.
I have plans tomorrow to actually leave Lloyd and go meet Liz of the West for Tom Kha Gai soup which is one of my very favorite foods on earth and if that magical soup and getting to visit and be with magical Liz doesn't heal me, there is no hope for me. It will have been a week since I've left the house to go farther than the dump which is about a block away.
I wish I could make that salad for all of you.