I LOVE my gardenias! They deodorize the neighborhood. But not budding up this year. They've gone crazy the past several years. But apparently, everyone's are doing the same thing.
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I don't do yardwork.
I love the smell of gardenias. We had a patch of mint in the backyard of the house I grew up in, just outside the sliding glass door off the family room. I loved the way that room would smell right after one of my brothers mowed the lawn.
For a variety of reasons, I was never allowed to mow the lawn as a teenager. Then it was a sore point because my brothers got extra allowance when they mowed the lawn. Now - I do yardwork, including mowing the lawn, because I don't want to.
Have to go to a fancy pants wedding in a few weeks. They requested men wear tuxedoes (good luck with that*) but dark suits will allegedly suffice.
What to do? I truly have not worn a suit in about 25 years, but I have some beauts in the back of the closet. I pulled out the nicest one and lo and behold, it essentially fits, though the waist, unsurprisingly, is a bit tight.
So off to Rigo the tailor I go, and voila, he's gonna have me set to go in a few weeks...he got to admired the tailoring he did on the suit 30 years ago...
* for a major wedding anniversary, Mrs Womble and I went to what was perhaps the nicest restaurant in San Francisco, Gary Danko (this was about 10 years ago). Great place. On their home page they made a modest request that men wear a sportjacket...so we get there, and of course half the guys in there are tech bros wearing t-shirts and backwards ball caps (I like informality as much as anyone, but eating in a baseball hat is pretty rurnt).
the bears are awake around here, and one has been raiding a neighbor's trash, even though he only puts out his bins in the morning as he goes to work, not overnight.
Today, the bear left a trinket in the middle of our road which has literally stopped traffic...no one has run thru Turdzilla yet, but it's only a matter of time, it's right in the middle of the road.
The previous post should have ended with "I DON'T do yardwork . . . because I don't want to."
As to the variety of reasons - I burned my shin on a lawnmower when I was, I think 2, I don't remember it but I have a scar. That made my mother decide that I shouldn't never go anywhere near a lawnmower ever. After that, when I realized that my economic opportunities were more limited than my brothers because they could always just mow then lawn when they needed extra cash, I was denied that access by the brothers, "Hey! No way! That's how WE can supplement our allowance. You go find something else." None of the chores I did were considered worthy of extra compensation except for defrosting the freezer. Yeah, "equal pay for equal work" sounds fair but it really, really isn't.
And while we on the topic of systemic sexism, I am NOT POSTING in the Succession thread today lest I lose posting privileges for a very long time.
^ no one has posted in the Succession thread today, so you're in good company!
My mom had a bunch of gardenias around our deck in the 80s. They were usually quite pleasant in bloom, but there were a few times they were so odoriferous it was overwhelming and gave you a feeling of being in a house of ill repute. They eventually succumbed to a very cold snap one winter.
I broke the lawnmower on my very first mow!
(I believe this was a bit before Weed Eaters had hit the main stream.)