The green smell
That follows
Weeks without;
Fresh foliage,
Fresher still.
First sweet peas
And something
Carried on the breeze;
Tomato plants
Warming in
The greenhouse;
Rich fruitiness,
Close encounter
With an early rose;
Confused aroma of
Bruised garlic leaves
And spent bluebells;
Of wisteria’s
Dangling fragrance.
Bottle them all
In a crystal vial:
Parfum de Jardin en Mai.

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12 Responses to Smells

  1. J > We’re experiencing exactly the same! Smell is, I think, the most imaginative sense.

  2. Christina says:

    The perfect description Cathy. The perfume in the garden is amazing at the moment.

  3. Mmmmmmmm! “Close encounter with an early rose” beautiful!

  4. Anna says:

    Oh that magical smell of rain after a dry spell – you’ve said it so much eloquently than the word petrichor does! It was sheer joy to open the front door to be greeted by rain this morning Cathy.

    • Cathy says:

      Crikey, Anna – that’s a new word on me, and I am so pleased there IS a real word for it as it is such a distinctive smell 🙂

  5. Alison C says:

    Absolutely true.

  6. Ah yes, those May fragrances are some of the most heady.

  7. Like that a lot, Cathy – sums up the great joy of gardening!

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