Friday series: a few snatches of beauty from my week, and a few words.
This is Dame's Rocket (
Hesperis matronalis) most beautiful of all beautiful roadside weeds. It's not native, and a bit invasive, and so I was able to justify pulling armloads and
armloads one insanely hot June morning (two years ago) for our wedding. It was in bouquets and vases and pimped-out drywall buckets. On tables and buffets and altars and in the bathroom.
It smells spicy, and a little sweet. It smells like summer. It smells like walking down a mile-long aisle carrying flowers, wrapped in eighty layers of tulle while sweat drips down the backs of your knees. At least, that's what it smells like to me.
When I see it start to bloom on the roadsides, I know our anniversary is coming soon. And it is.
This is Dame's Rocket (Hesperis matronalis) most beautiful of all beautiful roadside weeds. It's not native, and a bit invasive, and so I was able to justify pulling armloads and armloads one insanely hot June morning (two years ago) for our wedding. It was in bouquets and vases and pimped-out drywall buckets. On tables and buffets and altars and in the bathroom.
It smells spicy, and a little sweet. It smells like summer. It smells like walking down a mile-long aisle carrying flowers, wrapped in eighty layers of tulle while sweat drips down the backs of your knees. At least, that's what it smells like to me.
When I see it start to bloom on the roadsides, I know our anniversary is coming soon. And it is.
Happy Friday, everyone!
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2 comments:
Sweet! Our sense of smell is an amazing memory trigger isn't it?
It sure is-- I love that feeling of being transported back. It's so instant and unexpected.
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