Little snippets of things unpacked...
Copper and brass plates and trays being polished and auditioning for a place....
This week's flowers... spring is beckoning... check out the crazy yellow ball thingeys. They don't even look real, do they - but most assuredly are. They smell like the European style yellow mimosa. I always think of Aunt Lolo, my father's sister, when I smell yellow mimosa.
My Aunt Lolo and Uncle Kurt were in their Porsche in the Swiss Alps in 1970 when they hit a patch of ice, slid under a semi, and were instantly decapitated. We were told that the backseat was filled with bouquets of yellow mimosa from Lolo's garden, cut fresh that morning for friends they were going to visit.
I know this seems a rather gruesome ending to what started out as a happy post, but every time I see or smell yellow mimosa, it floods me with memories; sensory, visual, hard wired into my atomic structure. The good memories come from living in Aunt Lolo's house on the French Riviera outside of Vence on the Moyen Corniche, where we were able to experience first hand the glorious flowering of the mimosas. During our familial wandering phase we ended up living there for six months after our evacuation from Uganda.
How about this glorious vision of Satsumas that I picked up at Metropolitan Market:
I wish you had Smell-O-Vision - the tangerine smell is unbelievable. Instead of a portal would it be a snortal?
What smells kick off your brain - transports you to another time and place?
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