The gentle invasion of the flower scents
Yesterday it rained a lot. When I cycled uphill in the evening I considered driving with the car, but in the last minute I decided to cycle. It was a warm and soft rain and I had the strong feeling to stand in the rain put my head in the neck, open my mouth and drink the rain. Such a clean smell.
While cycling uphill there are two places where it is more uphill than already. At one of this points a heavy white scent hit me.
I looked forward and saw this immense flower bush. Every year, and then almost every day for quite a time it surprised me. It's a wild white and strong scent. Kind of Jasmine, and when the humidity is high, it is overwhelming. Imagine it: Cycling really strong uphill, it's before 6 o'clock in the morning. Your mind is 'safe and sound' from sleep, almost unconsumed and then you fall in this flower scent ...
In a smaller dimension I had a further attack from another flower this morning.
Alexander and I went to our small village shop to collect our vegetables for the week. Every morning we make ourselves a fresh carrot juice so we buy 5 kg carrots for the week. Besides the squashed carrots is a very welcome horse fodder. It's my task to carry the carrots, Alexander leads the way ... that's how it is and I love it. Carrying our immense amount of vegetables this beautiful flower strokes my face. With my arms full, it was directly in front of my nose.
And ahhhh, what a smell: Like the color there was a decent hint of citrus, you could smell the satiny of the petals and a very soft rose with a light sweetness. And you can see the drop of rain. This clean smell of the rainwater was also there.
While cycling uphill there are two places where it is more uphill than already. At one of this points a heavy white scent hit me.
I looked forward and saw this immense flower bush. Every year, and then almost every day for quite a time it surprised me. It's a wild white and strong scent. Kind of Jasmine, and when the humidity is high, it is overwhelming. Imagine it: Cycling really strong uphill, it's before 6 o'clock in the morning. Your mind is 'safe and sound' from sleep, almost unconsumed and then you fall in this flower scent ...
In a smaller dimension I had a further attack from another flower this morning.
Alexander and I went to our small village shop to collect our vegetables for the week. Every morning we make ourselves a fresh carrot juice so we buy 5 kg carrots for the week. Besides the squashed carrots is a very welcome horse fodder. It's my task to carry the carrots, Alexander leads the way ... that's how it is and I love it. Carrying our immense amount of vegetables this beautiful flower strokes my face. With my arms full, it was directly in front of my nose.
And ahhhh, what a smell: Like the color there was a decent hint of citrus, you could smell the satiny of the petals and a very soft rose with a light sweetness. And you can see the drop of rain. This clean smell of the rainwater was also there.
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