There were three or four gardenia shrubs in the yard of the house where I grew up. On summer evenings, the scent of gardenias wafted up to my bedroom (no AC, so windows open). So I suppose I associate that scent with summer vacations and staying up really late to read books for the library summer reading program.
At least five, maybe six, years ago, I bought a
baby gardenia bush and planted it in a pot. The first summer I had it, it
produced well, but diminished some in each of the following years. Last year I
got nothing. It occurred to me a couple of months ago that perhaps the roots
were cramped, so I repotted it into a larger container.
And, well—looky here!
Two flowers and at least 48 buds.
That’s my gratitude for today, baby—and I’m
staying up late to read a library book.
UPDATE: Look how many more this morning:
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