I thought I was imagining things, or more honestly mistaking new leaf buds for flowers when I was out doing the laundry the other day. But, here they are. My favourite flowers of all. It won't be long now until every room in the house has a vase full of soft white and pink blossoms and an aroma so sweet and individual that lingers and lingers in and out of my days and my dreams. That scent is the best scent in the world, well other than burying my nose in my babies velvet soft hair.
There are things that mark the years and seasons...the repeated passing of time. For me it's usually smell that transports me to recollections and memories of places and periods of my life passed, and Jasmine is the one that most strongly bears me on my reminiscent voyages.
It's appearance also helps me survive the remainder of winter with hope and anticipation of warmer days. Funnily I never fail however year after year to get excited that Spring has made an early arrival and then the last cold snap of winter graces us with one last chill before we can really bid it farewell for another year.