Got in from work (absolutely knackered), dropped the shopping bags, handbag, kicked off shoes and collpased on the sofa after opening the bay window and switching on the fan this evening. All well and good - BUT -
I can smell Sweet Peas. The proper, spicy, old fashioned, scrambling up a net, wonderful, beautiful, as-grown-by-my-grandfather-for-my-grandmother-every-year (along with Forget-Me-Nots along the garden path because they matched her eyes) Sweet Peas.
I know every garden round here. I'm a nosy bastard like that. Front and back, as it's a right jumble of Victorian, Georgian and modern all upended and scattered around, most of which I can see from one or another of my windows. Now, I do have a good sense of smell and could tell you exactly whose garden had which Roses from about 259 yards away and whether the rape has been harvested yet five miles away (yup). But there haven't been ANY Sweet Peas. Nobody else is into the Cottage Garden thing round here. Hell, most people round here aren't into anything more than fitting the multiple huge wheelie bins somewhere whilst still being able to get to the front door.
It's beautiful - I've not smelled anything like it since the year before my Grandmother died. No perfume can match this scent and you can't get them from the supermarket because they have pretty much Zero longevity (or my house would be full of the buggers). The current selection round the corner is Lilies (lovely, but Death for cats, so I can't have them), Sunflowers (look great, but that's about it), Gladioli (but they're luminously disappointing in a vase) and assorted scentless things.
Maybe I'm finally cracking up?
Anyhow, nobody really talks about flowers much. So I'm going to now.
What flowers take you somewhere else the instant you smell or see them?