03 May 2010

Drunk on Jasmine


Jasmine covered garden door, Montagu St., Charleston, S.C.

Every single little white Confederate Jasmine blossom in the lowcountry burst into bloom last night.

Jasmine is draped over wrought iron fences, hanging over garden gates, wrapped around stairwells, planted to climb up palmetto trees and draped over my garage. I walked the Montagu, Bull, Queen St. stretch this evening and I came home quite drunk on the smell of jasmine.