“Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.” Thomas Moore
Yes, jasmine buds. lovely, fragile flowers that are often underestimated and taken for granted.
I love how strong they actually are. I love how they couldn’t care less about other people’s opinions. I love how tame and weak they appear and how they surprise you by being neither.
I love how beautiful they are. Their petals simple, not caring for the protection of sepals. I love their simple white color so uncomplicated yet so refreshing.
I love how humble they are, giving their fragrance when few people can notice but giving anyway.
I love how sweet their fragrance is, mild, warm and soothing.
I love how daring they are, refusing to bloom when other flowers do, refusing to bend to laws and traditions.
I love how persistent they are, blooming when the time comes even when separated from their mother.
I love jasmine. It is , by far, my favorite flower of all time.