When I re-did my front "gardens" a few years ago, the lovely plant person that actually planted the plants suggested lilies for the long walkway to the door. "Perfect", I thought to myself. "I love lilies."
Not only didn't I know what lilies were, I had no idea of the strong scent they had.
Today the entire perimeter of my house smells like a funeral parlor.
Who would have imagined that 90 plus degrees combined with the same approximate humidity as a terrarium would result in the strong sweet stench of death hanging in the air like so much bad perfume?
Here's the progress on Aquamarine (and yup....I finally learned how to spell it correctly):