View from the library bay window, north west facing.
There is a camellia just outside this window.
Here is one of the camellias from this bush in full flower. They flower late in my garden and with none of the exhuberence of the wonderful old plants in the neighbour's garden but even these small blooms give me great joy.
From Song of Solomon 6 (New International Version)
My lover has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
I am my lover's and my lover is mine;
he browses among the lilies ...
I went down to the grove of nut trees
to look at the new growth in the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
or the pomegranates were in bloom.