There are a few things that I have forgotten, some things just tend to go away after a while… waiting to come back into your memory, usually when least expected. I remember that when I was little, there was a wisteria growing outside the back door of my house. This was not forgotten; I walked past it a million times, as it grew along our fence with its purple hanging grape-like flowers etching themselves into my memory. The smell, that is what was forgotten, I was only reminded of this when I got out of my truck today and the wind blew the sweet scent in my direction. It caused me to pause, and my memory was suddenly flooded with memories that contained that smell… it was a bit overwhelming… I was shocked that I had forgotten that the wisteria even had a scent, and now it is one of my favourite scents…
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4 comments:
Scents are the most nostalgic things!
And wisteria is so lovely, particularly climbing over fences.
Beautiful post! Scent is a powerful memory keeper..! Lovely!
kiki~
I can relate to scents being nostalgic, Grant. When I smell frangipani, I'm transported back to my youth when we lived in Zululand and life was dreamy... Wisteria only flowers for three weeks here in our part of South Africa. Thanks for the lovely post.
I love the spicey/sweet aroma of wisteria. Northerners don't know what they are missing.
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