While watering the plants this morning, an unexpected fragrance stepped inside my nose. For the first time, our honeysuckle had flowered and the smell was intense.
Smell has the magic of quickly activating one’s memory so the scent of honeysuckle took me straight back to my childhood.
The honeysuckle on our balcony came from a clipping of a plant on Paros that had, in turn, been produced from a clipping from my friend Connie’s plant. It would be lovely to have clippings from all my friends and having them growing all around me…propagating smells sounds like a nice hobby to have.
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The Narrative Within 