This is a jasmine flower planted for a year, when I bought it last year, it was with flower buds, a faint jasmine fragrance, and I can feel it more deeply in order to appreciate the jasmine fragrance in the "jasmine tea".
I remember reading in books before, the general white flowers have a fragrance, and if you think about it, it is true. The flower-scented gardenia is white, the honeysuckle is white, and the Milan is also white.
Because the balcony space is too small, for its future development, I transplanted it to a larger "pot" on a sunny noon. After transplanting, it was obvious that it was unsatisfactory, and the leaves were yellow one by one, and it was thought that it was going to leave this world. Frightened, I quickly took first aid measures on it and moved to a shady corner.
It actually came back to life with a tenacious vitality, which was simply an accident. Originally, I didn't hope for its growth, and I didn't pay much attention to it, but I never expected that this jasmine would let me see its stubbornness. It is estimated that its inner monologue is like this: Hey, just like you, don't care about me, still look down on me, oh hey, I still don't admit it, I still let you see, I still try to grow up! you off! Hum ╭(╯^╰)╮
So, this summer it bloomed again, with bigger and more flowers than when it was first bought.
And one of the hydrangeas that I carefully maintained first pretended to open a small flower to fool me, and then I couldn't stand the scorching heat of the sun and died early.
Sure enough: there are hearts planting flowers that do not bloom, and there are no hearts to plant willows.
