Although our part of the country has already had periods of frigid temperatures, the past couple of days have been gorgeous with temperatures reaching the mid-60’s. The garden district of Dothan, resplendent with the captivating blooms of many vintage camellias, some which are at least 60-80 years old, is a showplace for camellias. These exquisite blooms make me wish for spring…
Even a few daffodils are peeking out of the earth..
It truly is hard to capture the allure and beauty of camellias. I stopped by a friend’s garden who is fortunate to have several towering camellia bushes in her garden that date back many years to the home’s first garden. With granted “cutting rights” I collected a variety of colorful blooms, and couldn’t resist creating a little garden vignette in the copper bird feeder.
What a serene garden room with this charming mosaic tiled bistro table and chairs!
And just around the corner, I visited with some new acquaintances who have the distinction of having Dothan’s oldest camellia in their front yard. (Pictured next to the column on the left). This home, built in the 1940’s, exudes charm and history. Much of the landscape is original to the home.
The Taiwan Flowering Cheery trees are abundant in the garden district as well. The luscious fuchsia blooms create a delicate network of cascading branches.
The delicate clusters of Taiwan Cherry blooms frame the lovely hues of a stained glass window at Temple Emanu-El at dusk.
The contrast of the Star of David on the gate’s design with the steeple’s cross of the First United Methodist Church just across the street was not brought to my attention until I downloaded the pictures on my computer. We as Christians owe a great debt to the Israelites: our faith is a continuation and fulfillment of their religion as we are partakers of the blessing promised to their forefathers – a Jewish Messiah!
Infuse your home with a simple, colorful arrangement of fresh blooms, but, at the same time, embrace this winter season of waiting –
“Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle . . . a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dreams”. – Barbara Winkler