It is growing very dark. The little boys, laughing shrilly, have left the avenue.
And I, leaning out of my window, alone, peering into the gloom, am seized by a
passionate desire for everything that is hidden and forbidden. I want the night to come and
and kiss me with her hot mouth, and lead me through an amethyst twilight to
the place of the white gardenia. -- Katherine Mansfield, Silhouettes, 1907
"You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugarcane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation." -- Billie Holiday
Gardenias and unattributed text are from the garden of Nell Jean at http://www.seedscatterer.blogspot.com/ in the hot, humid depths of Southwest Georgia USA where Gardenias' fragrance floats on the breeze. Join us in a glass of iced Ruby Tea, dark and barely sweet and a Ham sandwich with Pepper Jack Cheese and slices of canned pineapple because our Tomatoes are not yet ripe.