I have no green thumb skills and very limited botanical knowledge. That’s why I can’t identify the flowers pictured below.
All I know is that they have a very sweet aroma. I know that because I tend to linger there most mornings smelling them– in this field down the block from Casa McCullough – when Rocky takes me on my morning walk.
No, I’m not going to go off on a take time to stop and smell the flowers rant – well, maybe a mini-rant.
I’ll just say there is something peaceful and dare I say medicinal about smelling fresh flowers in the morning. I enjoy inhaling the bouquet – snorting it in like a club-goer in the 80s.
I try to hold on to this aroma, like text in my clipboard, so that those sweet smells are available to paste as needed, later, onto my day – during those times when things start to stink.
The scent of morning coffee, the cinnamon on the oatmeal (that I wish was bacon) and a splash of that fancy cologne the girls gave me last Christmas are all special scents in my daily ritual. But this spring, a new aroma has gotten my olfactory attention, and a pleasant day is assured when I take time to smell those roses…or whatever the heck those flowers are!