From enemies to lovers
The thing that put me off at first whiff became the thing I prize most about it. There's an overripe melon gently rotting somewhere in the corner of the garden and I love it. It didn't click until hot weather struck, and suddenly I GOT it! The spicy melange is beautiful, reminding me more of wild ginger picked on an Oregon hike than of gingerroot. This is the most gardensome of the jardins, so it's a pity to me that it's discontinued. Rain-drenched perfection, humid and alive, daring and wearable at the same time.