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22 Nov
The sparkle of dew
Sweet scented flowers blooming
Fall's fiery color
All these are such fleeting things
Treasured mem'ries of the heart.
Or, why some folks like receiving real flowers. Memories of an event -- the sight, feel, and/or scent of something similar can bring back the other memories associated with that event -- things that remind you of home, of being loved, of being thought of. When I give flowers I choose ones that have a smell, for that reason (being careful about allergies, of course).
Bread, fresh out of the oven, tea steeping, the bite of autumn combined with wood fire. Smells that mean home to me.
The sparkle of dew
Sweet scented flowers blooming
Fall's fiery color
All these are such fleeting things
Treasured mem'ries of the heart.
Or, why some folks like receiving real flowers. Memories of an event -- the sight, feel, and/or scent of something similar can bring back the other memories associated with that event -- things that remind you of home, of being loved, of being thought of. When I give flowers I choose ones that have a smell, for that reason (being careful about allergies, of course).
Bread, fresh out of the oven, tea steeping, the bite of autumn combined with wood fire. Smells that mean home to me.
