That hideous shrub, that camellia you planted near our front door, is thankfully dead. You’ve no idea how pleased I was. I’ve never liked the thing as you know. It flowers white with dribbles of pink, like God had been cleaning his teeth and dribbled pink toothpaste all down the front of His white shirt. It’s always been bordering on the grotesque. And now thankfully it’s dead.
I never had the heart to chop it out. You planted it, and liked it, and when you passed away I thought it could stay there as some sort of memorial. Every year, for the past fifteen years, I thought, “That goddam thing is in flower again”. Well! It died, and without any help from me. At last I could dig it out and plant something – in your memory of course – in its place. Only yesterday I went to the plant shop and bought the most beautiful rhododendron. It’s white with a pink throat. I intend to plant it in the same spot. I shall call it “My beautiful rhodo”.
You’ve no idea the trouble I’ve gone to rid myself of that old camellia. The trash collection no longer accepts “garden waste”, so I’ve had to cut the shrub into tiny bits and hide them in black plastic trash bags. It’s amazing how much wood there is in an old camellia shrub. It’s taken four weeks of trash collections, but at last it’s gone except for the stump and roots which I intended to dig out and trash today before planting the rhododendron.
Except this morning when I went out to begin the task I saw the stump had sprouted. I’m sorry, my dear.
It’s gone.
Some people just don’t have any taste.
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Maybe you are unfamiliar but you don’t eat camillias.
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I know nothing.
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If you know nothing you’d be great working with Schultz in “Hogan’s Heroes”.
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The comparison has often been made.
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That story struck a funny chord with me because I had a rose bush I tried to kill for years. I actually blogged about it a bit a couple of years ago. https://blog.herbthiel.com/2017/02/20/a-flowery-fiendish-conspiracy/
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No wonder there’s too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.
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I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. Well, me and farting cows.
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Farting cows and roses – hence “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
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🤣
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If I had any musical talent I would form a band and call it ‘God’s Pink Toothpaste’. But I don’t have any musical talent so I won’t. I feel it’s a missed opportunity though.
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You’re the second person in a year to be inspired on this blog to take a band name. The first one was “Naked Fish” and now “God’s Pink Toothpaste”!
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I love, love my camellias! They are a delicate pink. This one reminds me of peppermint. Bad on you!
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There are four camellias on the property where I live. All of them are very old. The flowers bruise badly within 24 hours of coming out. The trees are simply masses of brown! No look the lovely modern camellias which have some resistance to the weather!
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Sorry to hear that. Our Camellia trees have been here for 35 years! We have pruned them back about every 8 years or so – they take a while to come back but they do, greener and healthier than ever.
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