Dumpage and gardenias

One of the things that I most treasure that George bought me (other than the giant Actual Book version of the OED) is a MAMMOTH gardenia bush, which covers itself in white, waxy bloom at this time of year and scents the porch: nothing like fake gardenia scent in perfumes. Gardenias were his favorite flowers; he wore one in his buttonhole at our wedding.

The blossoms are just in time, this year, for the fund-raiser yard sale which I'll be hosting for my friend Laurie's cat rescue organization ...