Demure damask,

ubiquitous ruffles

cloak June’s exit

and herald July’s

approach, perfuming

time itself. Petals

will droop in

tomorrow’s heat

(for who of us can stand

against the march?)

but the scent

of rosewater

celebrates not

yesterday or

next week,

but now.



Intoxication, elevation,

tintillated senses on a garden morning tour.

Pink scentsation, sweet libation,

inhalation heals the heart, and ushers in its cure.


Sweet peas have got to be one of the most delightful scents in the garden world!!