I decided to combine the two this week, and you will need to bear with me as I explain the-not-in-any-way-obvious……..
I am posting some images taken in the garden at Chartwell in Kent (famous as being the home of Sir Winston Spencer Churchill). Going back quite a few years, I was wandering around the garden with my husband and my parents. At one point I said to my mother ‘that scent, Grandpa’s garden!’ And she replied that we had just walked past a flowering currant, which he had had in his garden… completely unexpected, a heady scent and an instant memory from my growing-up years.
Alas, I can’t show you the flowering currant, but I can show you some images from late on a mid-October day, when I recall the scent of various plants (don’t ask me to name them!) and a lingering smell of Box hedge…..