It smells of jasmine, but it's not. Maybe it's gardenia, but it's not. Where is it coming from? We don't know. But every evening the perfume wafts up the driveway and hangs around the front door. We have inspected every possible bush, tree and flower and we can't find it.
However,we are not complaining as the perfume is wonderful. Sweet smelling. Indescribably so. What is this heady, balmy tropical fragrance doing here in the middle of our unusually cold winter?
The search continues.
It's funny. Three years ago we were also chasing an elusive, intermittent ghostly smell when we first moved into our previous place. Only this was not a fragrant garden smell, but a smelly, stinky evil smell. And no, we didn't find out where it came from, despite Nick's best scientific endeavours with all kinds of climatic monitoring and record keeping. We found lots of internet references to smelly ghosts and could only conclude that this was a ghost who didn't like changes! The phenomenon was particularly prevalent when we were expecting visitors or when they left. Finally, once we had established our routine and become 'accepted', the smell disappeared.
Meanwhile, the azaleas are out and lots of other things we planted are girding their loins for a spring offensive (we hope) and in six months time the whole place should be looking (and smelling) splendiferous.
F & N
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