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.
Very nice, indeed.
ReplyDeleteAhh...sweet peas. Thank you.
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Yes it's time to light the stove. My sweet peas are over.
ReplyDeleteYou house must smell wonderful!
ReplyDeleteHope you had a lovely holiday.
oH! those sweet peas...those roses!!
ReplyDeleteSweet peas. Now that brings back memories of my grandmother's garden back in the 60's.
ReplyDeleteStill in the 80's here in North Carolina, but the light has become very autumnal . . .
Sweet peas!! Men seem to grow the best ones! I wonder why?
ReplyDeleteOur weather has been like California. Very warm days, cool nights. So pleasant. Just a hint of Autumn a few days ago when the days were in a bit cool.
I admire your fire!
Two of my favorite things. neither of which I have.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing yours.
Where's Flossie?
xo Jane
The sweet peas are so sweet! Love the yellow roses, and your fire.
ReplyDeleteSounds pretty good on all sorts of levels. I sense contentness.
ReplyDeleteBrain-fuddled - I'm sure I meant contentment - if not pleasure in simple things.
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