Last night I cut and brought in a bunch of zinnias and placed them in front of an open window. When I went to close the window last night, I actually smelled the fragrance of the zinnias. Now that I have not destroyed my sense of smell by smoking, I SMELLED the zinnias.
It brought back a memory of when I was a little girl and MY Mom used to pick and bring in those blossoms. Took me right back there! Her birthday would have been today. Coincidence? I think not.
I am so glad I could smell the zinnias! It brought her close to me again.