I had a flashback triggered by a smell. I was walking past the bushes in front of our apartment and I caught the scent of flowers. It was really sweet. I was instantly transported back to my grandmom's garden. She had all kinds of flowers around the house. She planted some of them under the windows, so when you opened the windows in the spring or summer, a fragrance floated in the air when the wind would blow. I thought about the summers in that house, and how we went without central air. After a nice bath, my mom would pat me down with baby powder and we went to bed in just our undies. We would fall asleep to the sound of the window fan and the smell of freshly washed bed sheets. You can get the smell in a candle or air freshener now-a-days. Nobody irons sheets any more. Nobody hangs clothes on the line anymore either. Those are the best smells. I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon and eggs with buttered toast. I can remember Sunday morning with Mary Mason playing on WHAT. I remember the whistle of the tea kettle and the taste of the shortbread cookies or cinnamon toast. These are the things I want to remember. Summertime at 331 Woodland Ave was simple but oh so special. I hope you all have a wonderful day. Peace, Joy, Love - B
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