Monday, 11 July 2011
Should houses have a name?
As a child, one of the many houses we lived in, was called, rather grandly "The Camellias".
These days I scoff at homes that come with a name.
But in the early 1970's in England, it was de rigueur and quite the done thing.
My parents were both good gardeners and the camellias that grew with abundance in the front garden of that house were profuse. Admired by our neighbours. Pride of place. Respectable.
And here I am, thousands of miles away across different continents and a different hemisphere, with a garden of my own that has a profusion of camellia.
A huge high hedge of camellia, in variegated colour. Pinks and red.
My children pluck the flowers and leave the petals strewn through their cubby house and across the lawn.
A camelia in bloom is a happy sight, especially at this time of year.
Camellia buds grace my kitchen table in a vase.
I am feeling a little more restful today, as a result.
What makes you feel restful?
Do you think houses should have a name?