The gardenia bush my mother planted is magical: everything, I suppose, that her green thumb touches, is similarly blessed. This particular shrub's magic manifests itself in the way it habitually blooms as it should, in late summer . . . and then continues to sprout surprise buds at "random" times of the year. It seems to me that each of these surprises comes at some significant time, or day, of the year: so that I benefit from the brightened soul and lifted spirits that a solitary bloom invariably delivers. This particular one now occupies the space reserved on my piano for those of its kind, floating in the glass globe similarly designated :-)
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Hmm... I want to breath in that smell, so pretty.
come on over, and you shall ;-)
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