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Miss Camellia Spreads her Wings

Camellia 1

Camellia 1

In the middle of winter the morning air is icy cold and thick dew glistens on the grass.

Camellia 2

Camellia 2

Miss Camellia, with her magnificent blooms, shrugs it off and grows ever brighter.

Camellia 3

Camellia 3

Apparently, she also shrugs off quite a lot of blooms in the process!

 

Although September 1st is officially the start of Spring here in South Africa, my garden is already ablaze with glory. This week’s posts will be all about the flowers!

 

post script: This post is from June, but I didn’t manage to publish it then due to my absence.

 

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Up Close and Personal

Busy Bee 1

Busy Bee 1

I noticed quite a commotion by my Camellia bush the other day when I was out in the garden.

On closer inspection, I saw lots of bees buzzing around.

Busy Bee 2

Busy Bee 2

They crawled all over the newest buds.

Busy Bee 3

Busy Bee 3

Collecting pollen madly, and storing it on their back legs.

Busy Bee 4

Busy Bee 4

It was such a great spectacle, that even an ant came to watch!

 

post script: These photos were taken with my trusty old Canon, held at arm’s-length right in the heart of the bush, hoping that the pollen would be more attractive to the bees, than me!

 

It’s the Little Things

Camellia 1

Camellia 1

Taking a photo of new buds on my Camellia bush, I realised afterwards that they were occupied.

Camellia 2

Camellia 2

If you squint closely, you’ll spot a few tiny visitors scurrying around amongst the petals; ants.

I’ve no clue what they were doing there, but they were only on the very new flowers and not at all on the older ones.

Any ideas?

 

Portrait of a Plant #2

Camellia and Visitor

Camellia and Visitor

I’ll flower when I’m blooming ready!

What is it with plants in my garden? I have had this camellia bush for twenty years. For the first ten it simply sat there, not dead, but not flourishing; just a sticky thing in the ground. Gradually, it began to grow and finally there were buds. I counted each new flower. Thirteen one year. Hooray!

Now, there are countless blooms. But there was still a mystery. Why do I find so many dead flowers and buds under the bush, when I have just raked there the day before?

It took a while to solve this mystery. Then one day, I looked through the window and saw the whole bush shaking violently. I watched in astonishment, wondering if there was a cat fight or something going on in there.

The shaking stopped, and out popped a little grey squirrel. It turned round to face the bush and stood up on its hind legs. Then it attacked the flowers with a quick pitter pat of its tiny grey paws.

Flowers and buds alike fell to the ground, whereupon the little squirrel picked one up, hopped onto the old bench, and sat there happily eating my camellia!

Squirrel thief

Sparky the Squirrel Thief