Roses and Mint and other stirring scents…
Interesting how certain scents can bring back memories of the past.
My grandmother had roses planted beside her house – about 30 of them. She always said roses are like children, it’s no harder to take care of many than it is to take care of one so why not have lots of them. (This coming from a woman who raised 3 boys of her own and 2 grandchildren meant a lot)
We didn’t have any air conditioning when I was a child – the windows were always opened it seemed. Every time I smell roses it takes me back to my grandmother’s house and the wonderful fragrance that always seems to swirl around as the aroma of those beautiful roses made their way into each and every room.
Just outside the back door she had a little patch of spearmint that seemed to grow wild. Whenever she made tea or lemonade we’d pick some of that fresh mint to go in the glass. The scent would stay on your fingertips for hours.
Just the other day I was in an office and I smelled gardenias. I said how wonderful it smelled and how it remind me of my father. He loved gardenias. He loved them so much that he planted several gardenia bushes at every house he ever built. We also continued the tradition by planting a gardenia bush at our home. Everyday as I walk past a blooming gardenia bush I fondly remember my father and the wonderful tradition he started. Without even knowing it.
Bring me flowers while I’m still alive and plant a gardenia bush for after I’m gone so you can remember me – that’s what I tell my family.
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