Just before this white finishes blooming, the white C. japonica beside it starts to open.
First blossom is exciting before it even opens.
There are other ancient Camellias here, huge things, here for fifty years, planted by my Mother-in-law. She used to send me back to Atlanta with a plastic bag filled with blooms when we would visit.
This is the gaudiest.
Mathotiana, or Rubra. It has several names.
Blood of China. This Camellia is a shy bloomer until late spring, when warm weather sometimes
blasts the last blooms.
Camellias here have no fragrance, except for the faint scet of tea in the rain when Camellia sasanqua blooms. What scents the air in a Camellia garden in January is Tea Olive, Osmanthus fragrans.
The tiny blooms of Tea Olive are noticeable across the garden, a heady
scent of lemon.
A separate post will display seedlings. Seeds saved from some of the ancient Camellias have produced different blooms. It was a casual project with exciting results for a beginner.