Those wonderful memories that were stored deep down in your memory bank gathering dust, and suddenly you are right back in the moment. I love the smell of Carolina Jasmine, for the journey it takes me on with one small whiff..
Sweet and dusky and reminiscent of times gone by. My grandmother's porch in the summertime.
Blackberry vines hanging heavy with dark fruit. Peach trees laden with wonderfully tangy peaches.
Pretty sweet-smelling purple petunias nodding their heads in agreement from the pot by the front porch.
My Grandmother loved petunias and they are a must for my garden every year. I feel she smiles down whenever she sees them.
That sweet smell of spring takes me back to her house, with windows open wide and sunlight streaming into the rooms. Finding colorful eggs among the colorful branches of the azalea's in full bloom.
I stopped, smelled and pulled that familiar heady scent in, deep inside, and exhaled a breath of pure perfection.
Spring has arrived, and with it, my deep seated instinct, to plant some seeds and wait for what comes up.
The trees are dusted with tiny green leaves and everything seems to be in bloom.
Memories of my Dad are brought back, he coming toward me with a handful of seeds of something wonderful, at least to him they were.
Days like today are for remembering Spring of the past and looking forward to the Springs yet to come.
Get out there and enjoy! Plant something.
If seeds in the black earth can turn into
such beautiful roses,
what might not the heart of man become,
in its long
journey toward the stars?
- G.K. Chesterton
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