The landlord got groceries for me yesterday. In those groceries among the spices, was a bag of poppy seeds. I asked if he was hoping for poppy seed rolls and he looked rather sheepish and hemmed and hawed. A guy can dream, says he. Hahaha He might get them too. With our missing bakery, I dream of pastry making for Saturday morning treats and you can tell how good I feel. I feel like making these.
I sorted toys yesterday and cleaned under beds. Today floors and dusting . Slowly things will be ready for Christmas. Slowly it will be done.
I was thinking about scents this morning, not perfumes so much as scents that bring us back to something from long ago, deeply remembered from childhood. Christmas is surely a time of year where scents bring things back. The smell of a pine or spruce tree fresh harvested, of peppermint and cookies and buns out of the oven, of turkey and mom's stuffing.
This morning I was thinking of other lovely scents. I remember the scent of roses and lavender. They are scents I gave always loved. I have a shower wash that is lavender scented and it took me not to childhood but to an endless quest for lavender in my garden. I never did have any luck getting it to grow in my gardens and it made me wonder if I should try some here in this sunny place. It is a Mediterranean species but maybe here in the open?
I know it will strike some odd but this is the season for garden catalogues. I wait for them at this time of year with its darkest days and longest night. Spring garden catalogues are the most exciting thing I can imagine to rid me of any lingering winter woes. As eagerly as I waited for the Christmas catalogue from Sears and Eatons when I was a kid, I wait for the garden catalogue now. There are some things the internet can never replace.
Though I haven't planted a garden in any real way for a while now, I mean to this spring and even though I prepare for Christmas, I dream of flowers and spring.
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