I have a pet tree. She will probably spend her whole life in her pot so i can drag her into the glasshouse so i can behold her when she blooms. That's the best i can do for an alter. Not for her the rude lashings of rain and snow that leave her petals sodden & limp. As for me i am too selfish to share one flower's worth of that knee-buckling cinnamon-sugar-confection fragrance with the wind and clouds and even birds.
This is one of the rare flowers in the garden that i don't pimp. I make no attempts to wring the scent out of her by distillation or enfleurage. I injoy her scent just as she is, in her own hour of the year.
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