
I have several fond memories associated with camellias although the blooms themselves aren't anywhere near my top tier of favorites. When I was a wee child I marched in my city's Camellia Parade a time or two while holding a bouquet of the flowers. And my grandparents always floated the blossoms (usually red ones with white stripes) in mid-century ceramic trays and an
oversized brandy snifter.
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