I had to have it, one of the prizewinners at the Camellia Show. The flower was as big as a face, red, ruffled, with yellow stamens, showy as all get out. What luck. The vendors had one left, a healthy, if gangly, specimen.
You know what happens next.
The first spring it had no flowers, the second just one, lovely but…This morning there are 5 big ones open and a bunch of buds.
What was I thinking? Sick! It’s a gown at a barbeque joint. It’s so…dowager-ish, though it is named for a man, a name I always forget. Doctor Somebody. Clifford Irving. Irving Berlin.
Fortunately I kept the tag. Unfortunately I don’t know what I did with it.
No problem. Here in googleland the name is found: Dr. Clifford Parks. Who he? A noted camellia breeder. A parent of the cultivar is ‘Kramer’s Supreme’, which I’ve scorned forever.
Page the doctor, the nurse, the lady with the alligator purse. Ask if any of them want it.