One morning, I stepped out of the house and it hit me--both the fragrance and the memory of what it was.
Jasmine
Jasmine is growing on the fence between our house and the school yard. I wonder who planted it so many years ago. I hadn't noticed it before because our neighbors park their car by the fence so I don't walk over to that part of the driveway.
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Snifff? Sniffffff!! Ahhhh, bliss!
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