Sometimes I go to “Daily Prompts” for inspiration. The word “Fragrance” puts me back to my childhood. My parents bought a modest small wooden summer-house with the hope of being able to build a proper house later. I can’t remember the sight of the sweet peas from my early childhood there but I remember the smell. They must have been there in our garden.
Sweet peas from my garden this year
Last year and this summer we got them here in our garden. I realised that I had a longing for having them near me again. The smell is still the same and it’s like the most expensive perfume.
One of my fellow bloggers Chris who writes about healthy homemade juices had a post of sweet peas in July and she told us that these flowers and the beautiful smell reminded her of her young brother who died during July many years ago. He also loved these flowers. For Chris, the many coloured flowers forever remind her of her beloved brother who died way too young. The following quote from Chris’ blog “Pearsnotparsnips“:
I cut some sweet peas every year and bring them into the house for him. They are fragile, colourful and last only a short time, but they have a strong impact while they bloom and few are unaffected by their appearance.
I got to know her through Bernadette’s Senior Salon, a platform gathering our varied blogs. At this blog, we are reminded of reading each other’s posts as a condition for posting our own posts there. That’s what blogging is about, not just showing your blog like a “one man show”.
Bernadette lost her son this year in May and the Senior Salon has been put on pause. I have other good online friends via Bernadette’s Salon like British Clive who in his blog “Take it Easy” focuses on Mental Health. Clive is always very encouraging to me in his comments and takes his time to read my posts.
These things from nature, flowers and fragrances can bring joy in sadness for the loss of childhood or even loss of loved ones. The beauty of nature is still there through generations.