From memories…

Lots of things can jog your memory but I would hazard a guess that the memories evoked by a beautiful fragrance are the sweetest. A walk through a garden of summer flowers on a warm afternoon,  the sweet smell of freshly cut grass. Your grandfathers warm earthy pipe tobacco. The smell of wet earth after the rain. And of course fruit loops in a bowl of cold milk. All like an arrow shoot you back in time, a time of sweet memories.