Saturday, March 31, 2007

Wish You Were Here


When I step out my backdoor, which is for most intents & purposes my front door, I am happily assaulted with the most amazing, clean fragrance. The orange tree has blossomed & it's citrus-y scent makes me feel so giddy, like a nature-lovin', spring time granola girl. Aaaah... bliss!

2 comments:

shnookums said...

Oh man. You just made me sad. I grew up with an orange tree in the yard, and now that I'm a poor grown up- I live in a shitty apartment with no trees. I can still remember the smell. You're so lucky!

Anonymous said...

Sounds nice.