The green smell
That follows
Showers
After
Weeks without;
Fresh foliage,
Fresher still.
First sweet peas
And something
Indeterminate
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;
Near-promise
Of wisteria’s
Dangling fragrance.
Bottle them all
In a crystal vial:
Parfum de Jardin en Mai.
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J > We’re experiencing exactly the same! Smell is, I think, the most imaginative sense.
Yes, especially after rain – I love it!
The perfect description Cathy. The perfume in the garden is amazing at the moment.
Yes, ven when it’s just an overall fragrance and not one specific thing
Mmmmmmmm! “Close encounter with an early rose” beautiful!
And I did literally have to stick my nose in this one as it was only just opening!
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.
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 🙂
Absolutely true.
Ah yes, those May fragrances are some of the most heady.
Like that a lot, Cathy – sums up the great joy of gardening!
Indeed – thanks Ali