Do you remember the plant my husband fell in love with a few weeks ago? The one I thought was a jasmine bush, perhaps? It’s not.

I was browsing through the BX garden center today shopping for a clematis when I spotted a very small plant that had flowers exactly like the big twiggy plant I had at home. The plant Chris bought didn’t come with any instructions so I really had no idea if I should put in it sun or shade or if it had any weird preferences. I was itching to get my hands on an identification tag, so imagine my delight at spotting the plant again. I grabbed the tag, flipped it over, and lo and behold. . .

It’s a grapefruit tree! I busted up laughing right in the middle of the garden center. My husband was enchanted by the lovely blooms of a grapefruit tree. It does explain why it smelled so good. It also explained why the darn flowers kept falling off; I was getting really skeeved about that. Well, when you are growing fruit, that’s a good thing.
This whole time we figured it was a shrub or a vine of some sort. The word TREE hadn’t crossed my mind.

At any rate, the tree went back to the store. I didn’t think it was going to be happier much longer in a pot. We live on an Air Force base, and they have crazy rules about what you can and can’t plant and you can’t plant trees without special permission. (Not that we have enough yard to plant one in to begin with.)

My poor husband. I could tell he was bummed. He really liked the grapefruit tree. We did about ten laps around the garden center hoping something would strike his fancy (and like being in the shade). I finally talked him into a blue hydrangea. I know he will like it when it blooms. How can you not like a hydrangea?