whisper of tenderness. But the crowning touch, are the gardenias, rich, warm, heady, sexy, yet
sweet and innocent, when mine are in full bloom, they intoxicate me with their richness. Their scent is like a promise of pleasure that beckons, yet you never obtain it. We also have heirloom roses that add just a hint of spice. I walk out my door, and it is a sensory overload. I walk through the garden, and the smell of fresh earth, cut grass and the blend of lemon balm, basil, rosemary and lavender add their own unique notes to this incredible symphony of smells. For all of this, it is worth the humidity, the bite of blood thirsty mosquitoes, and an occasional gnat in the eye. This is the south that is dreamed about, written about and sung about it.......and it is good.