I miss the smell of night jasmine in the Los Angeles air. Hedges of the fragrant flower dominate the shrubbery kingdom in L.A.
When I moved to Kansas City, I discovered that jasmine could exist in this brutal, inland climate. It took me a couple of years to find a plant, especially at a reasonable price for someone with no green thumb and a tendency to over water.
I’ve had this jasmine plant for about three years now, and she has not let me down. I do bring her in for the winter, afraid that she would die if she had any idea how cold it can get here, let alone experience it firsthand.
And now, she is wearing the lushest coat of blossoms I’ve ever seen her exhibit. I must be treating her OK. She must like it here.