This is what we get to see outside our front door every morning - a glorious explosion of deep pink on deep green.
They actually belong to next door, but its branches lean over to our side and leave a carpet of pink rain outside our door - but I love it anyways. We haven't actually seen Pat, our very elderly next door neighbour who the camellia bush belongs to, since the ambulance came and took her away earlier this year. She was sitting up in the wheelchair at the time, but had a gas mask on. We've also seen a lot of people in black around the house a little while ago ... I think we know what that means ...
Rest-in-peace Pat. This one's for you ...