29 March 2012

A Quiet Moment

No, not a water lily in a still Japanese pond, but a camellia fallen from a neighbour’s garden into my little one (where the frogspawn were rehoused).  

There is nevertheless a serene beauty.

Personally I can't stand camellias. They're like those girls at school who 'blossomed' early, and didn't they know it, gliding down the corridors all swishy blond hair and short skirts, trailing boys behind them. There is a time and place, and early Spring ain't it.