The Gardener comes in with an armful of flowers, including sweet peas, to fill the house with their scent.
Looking after gardens whose owners are away for months provides joys like this. Keep picking the flowers, and more will come.
In the evening, the air is chilly, the wind whistles in the chimney, and we light the stove. The scent of an autumn wood fire mingles with the summery fragrance of the flowers.
Disconcerting, but nice.