the scent of the garden

To wander outside when the thought occurs is freedom. . .

to be enveloped by the scent of my Abraham Darby rose at the fence. .

is sheer delight.

If they bottled this fragrance, I'd wear it.

Moving to my perennial bed, the Japanese Peony and Victorian Salvia are nearly in sync.


The Gertrude Jekyll rose . . .is as always full and vigorous in its many blossoms.

I have vases of pink peonies tucked throughout the house.

Have you ever smelled a peony before?

A few years ago .. I was in Banana Republic. . trying on their scents.

I fell in love with the peony scent and later in the day we walked back to purchase it.

I looked at the bottle once more and smiled at my beloved. .. .

I said. . "it's room fragrance"

He said. . "so?"

I said. . " I can't wear room fragrance"

I didn't buy it that day. . but today my house is filled with the fragrance of peonies.

We're off on a bit of adventure today.

We are helping in setting up a staging for a travel trailer brochure.

How fun is that?

Oh. . .now if the weather would just hold.

For our lunch. . .I've packed up a few jars of borscht. . .

and some of Judy's meat buns. . .

Want to come?

Have a wonderful day my friends.