It is a glorious early-spring day. The kind of day that makes you feel alive.
We came home after three weeks away. The sun is shining, the sky is blue. I’m warm and loving being outside. The first of the freesias and other bulbs are out. Everything smells scented. It’s perfect writing weather, and the writing is going well.
(There is, alas, pollen as well. A certain housemate has been sneezing and snuffling for the last week.)
Freesias are one of my favourite scented flowers. Naturally, one of the first things we did was pick a freesia and put it in a vase.
Another scented but lesser-known flower I love is brown boronia. Flowering brown boronia is amazing. For such an inconspicuous little shrub the scent it puts out is heavenly.
It’s a hard plant to grow, or at least we’ve found so, so what we often do is buy a pot early in the season and enjoy it as long as we can.
Sadly, the pot never lasts past a season.