I know in many parts of the world, it's snowing. Miserable. Cold. Icy.
And I show you this, not to rub in our moderate weather in California (because we've had our share of ugly stuff this winter) but, rather, to share this little piece of sunshine with you.
Nighttime frigid plunges?
Flooding rain predicted?
Who cares? I'm here, World! Look at me!
Likewise, my camelia has joined in on this optimistic impulse.
Season after season, it waits until the dead of winter to share a little beauty with my fallow garden, dressing itself up with jewels like this one.
They're sturdier than they look. And they don't whine about the weather. Or the nighttime dips.
They welcome them as part of their journey, apparently. Expect them, even.
They simply bob their heads in the breeze and impart a little sunshine as we human's pass.
Yes, I suppose if they'd waited until April or May, they would surely have found a more welcoming climate, less adversity.
But the truth is, the timing of this bloom is perfect.