Every year about this time that heavenly sweet fragrance comes drifting through open doors and windows.
It is the scent of romance and mystery.
It is Gardenia.
I don't know how long our little bush has been there, or who had the foresight to place it in that precise location; but I would like to thank them.
Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately if you are allergic), technology has not advanced to the point where I can share this wonderful aroma with you.
A visual will have to suffice.
2 comments:
How beautiful. Gardenia was my mother's favorite flower.
How beautiful. Gardenia was my mother's favorite flower.
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