I was mowing the lawn the other day when I caught a waft of a beautiful perfume. The sort of fragrance I wished I was wearing. I did entertain the thought for a brief moment that the heat and effort had transformed my own perfume into this new one and the smell was emanating from me.
But no, the shrub at the end of the garden was responsible. Or more accurately, the gorgeous white flowers that have appeared this year. Because I don't remember there being flowers for the last two years we've lived here.
I certainly would have noticed the smell, it's like a cross between jasmine and gardenia and is most lovely. So, I find myself wondering if it's the unusual period of prolonged heat and lack of rain that has allowed the shrub to bloom.
I'm calling it the shrub, but a shufty through Google leads me to believe it's actually a philadelphus coronarius. And I might add, looking at the list of the plant's preferences on the link site, I can't understand how it's even growing in my garden. In spring it has the most amazing acid green leaves, I love looking at it then, and now it's excelled itself with these flowers.
So, I'm definitely off to the garden centre for more of these. Imagine a hedge planted with them. Or some near the door. At the moment the lone plant is at the end of the garden quite high up. A most inconvenient spot to stand and sniff the air.
Once again the neighbours must be thinking I've gone a bit soft in the head. Especially now I'm mowing the lawn almost every other day. I love the new mower.