The sun is down now and we have opened the windows. The air drifts in and I’m trying to identify it’s fresh but complex smell. There’s the humid greeny part that comes from all the plants in the backyard. They have grown today in the sun and are exuding chlorophyll induced confidence. There’s the sharper smell of the cooling stone from the patio and the retaining wall, earthy and powdery. And there’s the smell that comes from the sprinklers watering the front lawns in the neighborhood. But, over by the corner of the raised beds, the whole world smells of pink petunias. They are making an olfactory spectacle of themselves this year.
All this carried on the slight breeze that makes the house breathe in and out, in and out. . . I wonder if it will make us dream dreams tonight. Humid jungle dreams with giant pink petunias serving green juice drinks from stone trays with little leafy umbrellas in them. Hmmm, that is beginning to sound just a little like a nightmare !