Perhaps I've become like an old woman who gets stuck on something and then worries it like a dog worries its bone...
But every time the heavenly fragrance of petunias envelop me I am once again a little girl at the Plumas County Fair.
That's just the way it is... and I love it!
2 comments:
Gorgeous! I don't think I have seen fragrant ones, I bet they are awesome! You don't have to be old to have fond memories :)
Thanks for your really lovely comments {{hugs}}
I just don't understand people, like my dad, that say petunias have no distinct smell. Whenever I smell petunias, I too am a little girl again tropming around my great-grandparents farm in Waldo Arkansas...the very BEST memories of my childhood.
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