I don’t remember smelling things like blackberries in bloom or apple trees when I was younger. I do remember the antiseptic smell of the hospital and the smell of binder’s glue in the library. The first floral scent was the carnation I wore for Confirmation Sunday and high school graduation.
Now, though, I can smell the magnolia trees in full bloom in my backyard and across the street, the wisteria that has bloomed and faded, the dewberries and blackberries, the lemon tree and the satsuma, honeysuckle and wild garlic.
So many lovely fragrances and although many people complain of their sense of taste and smell declining as they age–mine has not—.
Wish I could capture the smell of this Easter lily still putting out buds and in full flower in southern Louisiana.