Saw this beauty of a Camellia bush today!
This gal caught my eye today as soon as I stepped out of the work truck. Even from afar,mi knew she was old. Upon talking to the owner, I found out the tractor was a 1937 Farmall, but I have forgotten the model. The farmer seemed excited that I had taken interest, and a huge smile was on his face the whole time. Such pride! He had painstakingly restored her, and the love showed on his face. He was like a new father, explaining all the details to me!
The South. Home to good manners, front porches, and big bloomers such as this beauty. There is something sad about the Camellia, almost melancholy. It blooms with such gusto, and yet it is delicate to the touch. So delicate, that it browns almost immediately. It sometimes never gets a chance to fully bloom. An early death. Fragrant decay…..
Found this old giant on a day hike today. The trail is located at a county park, which is built on an old farmstead dating back to the 1700’s. I’m not sure why, but this old tree spoke to me. How old is it? How long had it been here, and was it a part of the original farm? There were two other pecan trees, sort of in a row, so I am guessing at one time it might have been a pecan orchard. There were also numerous grapevines, some even on old fence. How neat to have lived back then, surviving on what your farm provided. This tree seemed to have a soul all its own. It had limbs that touched the sky and leaves that seemed to shine and dance in the sunlight. I’m not sure how I became obsessed with big, ancient trees…..but it is a good obsession to have.