The house where I grew up had an awesome backyard and garden, all my Dad’s work – it was green and lush and private, with secret plants hidden away under other plants, most of which had a story attached. I spent many a day (and sleepless night) sitting on the back deck, watching the garden grow.
There is one plant in particular that brings back those lazy days in the backyard – its scent packs a nostalgia wallop like no other, and I’ve been known to lapse into a happy, almost catatonic state when I get a whiff of it, as my brain goes into childhood memory overload.
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