This is Camillia Japonica, sometimes called the Rose of Winter. Although its the official state flower of Alabama, its equally at home in my yard, nestled among the cedar hedge. It shouldn't be there, but it would be just too difficult to move anymore, so they've got to make peace with each other. You can see that there is a bit of dark blight on the leaves that I'll ask Dorothy about when she and Dad visit in a few weeks. I'm kind of excited about their visit.
They look a lot like pussy willows right now, but these branches will flower out before they leaf out. Seems a bit backwards, but the show is nice in early spring. These buds will look like this for a while, I've learned.
I've no idea what these are, but they live beside my door, trapped in a flower bed where they can't take over the world, which is apparently their wont. They are generally the first teeny tiny flowers of spring, but if it weren't for their smell, you might miss them. Without being overpowering, the smell can literally stop you in your tracks and make you look around to see what could be doing that. That's when you notice the flowers.
And lastly, its the time when you begin to see this more often in your garden. This doe was busy chomping away on the neighbor's cedars (which are wrapped in deer fencing that does nothing to deter them) until I chased her across the street where she munched her way through the undergrowth.
And to my brother Kelly .. happy birthday bro. I know it was yesterday .. I sent you an email too :) To Ilana ... hope your birthday tomorrow is fantastic!
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