Confederate Jasmine Bloom |
And I come home from a hard day's work, and you're waiting there, not a care in the world.
See the smile a-waitin' in the kitchen, food cookin' and the plates for two.
See the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening when the day is through.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
-Seals & Crofts
Even though it is not officially summer until June 21, I had the song lyrics that I quoted above going on continuous loop through my head this weekend. The song, "Summer Breeze," was sung by Seals & Crofts back in 1972. The song is sort of an anthem about simplicity - life's simple pleasures that we often overlook. You know, like they sing: coming home from work, smelling the jasmine, seeing your wife, supper's cooking, and you receive a great welcome. That's a nice, simple pleasure and it just evokes a happy feeling!
The reason I was thinking about that song is that the jasmine is blooming right now - Confederate Jasmine, to be specific. It climbs on a wooden fence that surrounds our air conditioning units from some cuttings I took from my grandmother's (Bumby) house. The fragrance permeates the landscape.
A jungle of jasmine! |
I have another cutting that I took off of this jasmine going in a pot. I was thinking about planting it on the back fence to serve as a pretty barrier, but the perimeter wire for our electric fence runs along that fence. Confederate jasmine sends out long, climbing vines that you must constantly trim. That wouldn't work well on that fence since it would ground out the electric fence. I initially thought that the goat would eat it, but I researched and learned that goats don't eat jasmine. (I thought goats eat everything?)
If this photo was scratch and sniff, you would enjoy the fragrance! |
Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.
That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.
I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby, cut that coupon out!
That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
Jasmine and Sundays go together like peas and carrots!
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