Wednesday, July 4, 2012
The house is full of the perfume of sweetpea from our garden. The perfume from the lovely flowers always reminds me of the home I grew up in. My father always planted a "wall" of sweetpea beside a path that led to the other side of the garden and I loved to walk over there at dusk when the perfume was at its strongest and stand and smell and listen to the sound of the night jars singing in the trees. Memories.