I've just googled echinacea "Tomato soup"; what a glorious colour.
It's the first day of spring here, after the coldest winter for 27 years, and, as reliable as ever, the sun has come out for the day, birds tweeting, etc. This happens every year and is as reliably followed by two weeks of what we had before.
I've become very nesh since living here, and crave the sun more. For the first time, though, I've been eager for a warm holiday after the winter. In the past, it's been so mild, I've never felt the need but this year…
Back to the boronia, I'm teaching TS Eliot's poetry and touched on smell and memory, particularly flowers - lilac, hyacinths. No-one in my class had seen, never mind smelt a lilac - they do not do so well here as it's not regularly cold enough, so I mentioned boronia as the quintessentially Aussie pong. Blank looks all round, so I'm bringing in a pot to my next class so they can all breathe in and feel Orstraaylian. :o
I remember reading, though I cannot remember the book, of Australian troops in the 1WW, passing round a little tin of flowers sent from home and saying: "Ah, boronia." They must have been soldiers from Perth, as WA was and still is, where it's grown.
For myself, my memory smells are wallflowers and the mock orange, philadelphus.