A few years ago the last gardenia bush in the front yard gave up the ghost. It had been a spindly shrub for a few years before that, but I just believed it would get a second wind and come back. The flowers were small to non-existent with more wood than leaves. I gave up and dug it up and let the ground sit for awhile, but I knew something had to go back into that small area near the front door. I finally decided on a star jasmine.
Since the gardenia had a lovely fragrance, I figured its replacement should also, and when I found a gallon jasmine plant on sale, that seemed to settle it. Of course, I had to dig a whole in this hardpan riddled, heavy clay soil in which to put the plant. Soil that is not conducive to growing flowering plants. But I was willing to give it a try.
The poor jasmine plant has struggled but each year it puts out more branches and with more branches comes more flowers. Right now it is at it’s peak so it is the perfect time to sit on the front porch and read a good book, which for now is Elizabeth Berg’s “Tapestry of Fortunes.” The warm afternoon temperatures raise the fragrance level of the jasmine, and a soft breeze wafts it on the air. The perfect way to spend a Saturday after the chores are done.
How long will the jasmine survive in that unforgiving soil? Who knows, but for right now, I’m going to enjoy its productivity.