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:
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!
Sounds nice.
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