Jasmine
On the tiny front porch of our house in California, Spring announced its presence with the gentle authority of the sweet jasmine blooming along the trellis.
Windows cracked open for the first time after the Winter rains, its smell would fill each room in the house with happy and calm.
One whiff, to this day, sends me back to that place, my California.
When I was a kid, it was the pussywillow tree and flowering cactus in the backyard.
Life in the Northwest always sent me down the road toward tulips.
Love has always meant lilies.
Flowers have continued to be the reference for all that is happy and good.
Rhodos, grape hyacinth, forget-me-nots…all about life in Canada.
And then grandma planted a jasmine beside the front porch, now crawling up the trellis… 
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