Jasmine flood

This year has been Jasmine year. Since February end jasmines are blooming and shining like stars in the terrace. How many varieties, dundu mallige, sooji mallige, bhatkala mallige and a little bit of kasturi mallige. It is as if they are telling me don't keep grumbling about life. Look at us and learn. Pity I can not capture their fragrance in camera (my poor little scratched mobile which is fm radio for me and sms machine for son). The fragrance and the way they take us to an altogether different world.
If you think, how many different shapes of jasmines, how many different fragrances and each one uniquely tremendously whatever you call wonderful. O God you are great!!!
But let me not forget my other better(bitter) half who built this house where I can plant these creepers. Who waters these every day. It is like - I asked him for a flower, he built a house where I can grow as many flowers as I want ( and can?)
Now do not ask me what do I do with these flowers. I do not put it in my hair. Because (a) I do not have time for that (b) I do not know how to make a garland out of these jasmines. ( Of course with lot of effort I did finally learn it ). I do not pluck them and offer to The God. Because God is my husband's department. He plucks flowers, and does puja with these flowers. So what do I do with these flowers. I enjoy their fragrance, lose myself and that is it.

These jasmine plants climb with any support they can get and even reach the sky.( They climb with others support , like our netas but unlike netas they never kick this support once they reach the top. ) That looks dangerous, if they reach the sky and if they entice the angels in the sky with their fragrance, they may all come to this already over populated earth. Rose might be the queen of flowers. (It isn't?) But Jasmine is a class apart.