Returning from my daughter’s school along a winding two-lane road with my windows down, the scents of springtime in the south were sublime this morning. Rampant honeysuckle and a native shrub I call sweet shrub because it’s covered with small white fragrant blooms banked both sides of the road. The air, soft and sweet with a hint of the day’s coming heat, perfumed the morning’s cool crispness. It’s so funny to me–what smells cloyingly sweet when it’s replicated in a candle or a room spray or even a perfume, smells divine with the morning sun warming it. I hope wherever you are today, you’ll stop to smell the roses, or the sweet shrubs or whatever’s in bloom in your part of the world. :)
Jen
