corner view ≈ bliss

what is said of smells, they take us back ? this darling started flowering just two years after i brought a cutting home from home. and won’t you look at it, and smell it? my nose cautiously pressed inside the blossomy peony i am once more that small girl, bouncing up and down the garden path. i’m lazying away the days, face turned towards the blue sky and fluffy clouds. i’m longing for never ending summer and thunderous rain showers, bell-shaped raindrops weighing down stems, leafs and flowers. today, bliss is all this (sound of humming bees included). more over on spain daily.