When I was walking this week I smelled something heavenly!
At first I thought it must be honeysuckle, but no one grows that in our neighborhood. Up in the mountains of North Carolina, where I used to live, the honeysuckle scent filled my home. It grew wild over the fences and bushes and anything else it could get hold of.
In this neighborhood nothing is allowed to grow wild. There are no sweet peas, no honeysuckles, no wild violets or bluebells covering the yards, just grass. And carefully planted hostas, or tulips with an occasional Japanese maple thrown in.
Each day the scent grew stronger. Soon I could smell it the minute I turned the corner.
And then I discovered it! A tree covered in tiny yellowish white flowers emitting the most divine smell I've ever smelled.
We once had a little leaf linden growing over our swimming pool. It dropped something nonstop all year. Leaves, petals, you name it, it was a terrible choice to plant over a swimming pool. Is it possible I missed this beautiful scent when it grew in my own backyard? I hope I was never that impervious to my surroundings.
Now I walk around the block anticipating this sensory treat.
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