“But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play— I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.”
- Oscar Wilde
Cosmos Flowers
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A subtlest hint of tea rose in the air can make me ecstatic. Leaning over a garden gate to smell a pink rose can remind me of a girl from my youth, that is, when I was nine years old, and she, seven. Breathing scents is so important. That girl, well, we never spoke. We just watched each other from opposite sides of the playground. We loved each other. She smiled when I turned around on one shoe pretending to almost fall and grinned to her. Her smile made me look down in shyness. I looked up when the school bell shook me out of my daydream and she was already facing the front of the orderly queue of other girls waiting for the school mistress to give a sharp blow of her metal whistle and the queue of girls would march into the double doors of the school for the afternoon lesson. I would be walking to my queue too looking always at her, she never turning, never turning, until, the very last moment, before she entered the double doors, she turned and looked at me and smiled gently, one forefinger moving imperceptibly slightly on her dress as a signal to me. The long wait of hours until the next playground break. We never spoke. Ever. C.B.
Hello my dear C.B., I'm so pleased you have stopped by. Did you happen to see my previous comments and my message about my morning listening to the chorus of birds? So many birds visit my garden, I am blessed!
Many things evoke memories but I think fragrances do so more than anything else. The scent of tea roses, any rose is beautiful. Sweet, spicy and fresh. I love honeysuckle too, it reminds me of balmy Summer evenings, it's fragrance carried on the breeze. Cedar pencils remind me of childhood school days, my crisp white blouse, little black tunic and my hair in plaits and ribbons. Sunshine memories.
Such a lovely memory of your childhood school days and the little girl you loved. You must have looked forward to seeing her each day. What a sweet little boy you were. I can only imagine how cute you were and your lovely smile and grin.
Have you been on any new adventures recently or visited any grand gardens? I miss your stories and photographs, do you think you will ever start another weblog?
I hope you are well? Thank you again for sharing your lovely story. Take care dear one. I miss you. Much love, Dianne xoxox
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