Tonight I've got gardenias scenting the house, and a very faint scent of jasmine from the very few blossoms that remain on the hedge. There is usually more of an overlap between them, but this year has been odd. By the time my 12th journal anniversary comes around on the 28th, I'm sure the jasmine will be entirely gone. That's something that I don't recall having happened since I started the journal. But maybe there will still be gardenias, if I remember to keep them watered.
Ah, it's 10:05. Summer is here.