She seemed to blush as I walked by, so I finally stopped and took a picture of the camellia bloom on the bush by our front door. My mother fell in love with camellias when we lived in Japan and planted bushes in our yard in Baton Rouge. We would visit Mr. Burbank who lived several streets away, and they would sit for hours drinking coffee and enjoying the smells and colors of his camellia filled backyard. In her final fight with her cancer, Mr. Burbank brought her a bowl of camellias each day till she died. Camellias might not have cured her cancer, but I watched his gift soothe her soul. Consider the gifts you give others today.
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