Today's flowers are not trapped in a vase or contained in a bundle or stashed in a grocery store cooler. Rather, they are out in the California soil, soaking up the sunshine.
Every spring, star jasmine blooms abundantly in the flowerbeds surrounding our apartment. The scent perfumes the evening air. Even as we lay in bed with the windows open at night, the soft floral fragrance lingers in the cool air.
Supposedly, smell is the sense that triggers the most memories. Have you ever sniffed an aroma only to have a flood of unexpected memories flow into your mind? For me, star jasmine is one of those scents. Four years ago, hubby and I moved into this place and I remember that jasmine smell so distinctively---it was so foreign and exotic to my Midwestern nose.
Now, every spring when the jasmine blooms again, I am reminded that another year has passed, that another season has come and gone.