The jasmine hedge is sporting its very last blossom of the year tonight. All the others are gone but for a half dozen that have dried and turned yellow. The last white flower smells as sweet as the first, but I had to lean very close to get a whiff of it. It will probably be dead by tomorrow, and there will be no more jasmine until late next May, or early June if the spring is cool. I'm going to miss having its fragrance around.
Dinner was at five o'clock for only one night. My sleep being interrupted by the chill this morning left me drowsy this evening and I fell asleep on the couch again. I had some hope that yesterday was the harbinger of a new routine, but I guess it wasn't. Back to the same old never the same two days in a row.