I have been reading Honore de Balzac and Gustave Flaubert novels this Winter, and, not a ball or salon goes by in 19th century romantic France that someone doesn’t have Camellias in their hair or in a vase. Just the other day I was wondering where old man Winter was this year, and, he came. Tonight will be 20 degrees fahrenheit in my land of Camellias. Careful what you wish for! However, the chill will deliver me beautiful and bountiful japonica varieties, won’t it? I can’t wait to collect a bouquet. And, wear one in my buttonhole or my hat. These are the tags from the ones I have planted this year, so far.