When we moved into the house we are currently renting there were lots of shrubs that were a bit neglected. I tended them last summer, watering and fertilizing and pruning and trusting that they would likely improve. This year I was rewarded by flowers on the hydrangeas in the back yard but also by a super abundance of gardenias on a few shrubs that last year held less than a dozen blooms between them.
I was outside with Mojo this morning, sipping some coffee watching the rain come down as it has since sometime early yesterday evening--fairly steadily. Its a dark morning and I have to admit I am not at my best. I went to physical therapy yesterday morning and later to work. My body feels as if it were beaten up rather than rested. I think though the sweet scent of those gardenias just drifting toward me on a rainy breeze has revived my spirit. Sure I am tired and sore--but with a better, calmer outlook.
I was thinking about the flowers and their lovely scent-- magnolias too are a favorite of mine, and honey suckle and roses. All of these bloom a short while and send their perfume in the wind at random moments, then cease.
I thought-- you can't live entirely surrounded by the scent of flowers all the time. If you could you probably wouldn't even notice them. I think it is because of the rarity of a sweet scented flower's perfume that they are so wonderful and so uplifting.
While the gardenias are in bloom I think I will visit them often.