July 30, 2015
The smell of late summer phlox takes me right back to childhood and reading on the porch of my grandparents’ farmhouse in northern New Brunswick. This old fashioned flower was lost to me for years but one day its fragrance wafted out of an over-full flower garden I was visiting and I tracked it down. Amazing how the memory of scent can hold so much delight.
Sounds to me a new planting for your yard is due.
slpmartin
August 5, 2015 at 6:23 pm
These are mine actually, inspired by my scent memory.
mairmusic
September 26, 2015 at 9:12 am