I planted a gardenia bush a while ago. I imagine it didn't like where I planted it. It's still hanging on, but it does not look too prosperous. I'm trying to give it lots of tender loving care to hopefully make up for any indescretions I may have unknowingly bestowed upon it, um, like its place in this world, so we'll see what happens.
Impatient and eager for the beautiful aroma of gardenia's, I bought another bush and kept it in a pot on my patio. Today I was blessed with a beautiful, fragrant, creamy white gardenia. It is gorgeous and I love it!
There are about six additional buds just waiting their turn. If I can keep my thumb green enough, my gardenia will flourish. Mary, Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow?
Pretty in pink.
Pretty at night.
A pretty place to chill at the end of the day.
Well, okay, I guess I have to spread the mulch and powerwash, but tomorrow's another day . . .