Scents and memories.....

While i was pottering in the garden today i got the stong scent of my Choisya Ternata that is just bursting it's buds....that scent instantly takes me right back to junior school...
All through the winter we were confined to the school playground but then you knew when summer was here because we were then let loose in the school field.It was bordered by an enormous hedge of Choisya Ternata and the scent to me was amazing...every year i smell it it reminds me of the start of the summer and back to the times when the whole school would join in for the obligatory start of the 'British Bull Dog' season....

Does anyone else have a particular scent in the garden that takes them back in time?

 

Lovely idea for a thread Loli.
I think any plant smell reminds me of primary and junior school, as we had to walk (in a crocodile in pairs) through a garden centre to get to the playing fields behind to play rounders in the summer. I think one of my earliest memories was lying on the grass inhaling the smell of the damp soil.
And also my mum's deep red roses in our tiny front garden. I remember getting home from school every afternoon in summer when I was a teenager, opening the gate and stopping to smell the roses. My dream was always to have a garden filled with colour and perfume.

 

Sweet peas - My father loved sweet peas and when I was small he would always let me cut a small bunch for myself. So when my sweet peas flower I still put a few in a vase next to his photo.

 

Phlox Paniculata - my mum had lots of them when I was a child - didnt have them after we moved from that house - but having them myself reminded me.

S

 

Garden mint

We had some growing under our kitchen window and when I learned "Incy Wincy Spider", I would sit by the mint/drainpipe and sing away time over time over time:
"Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the water spout; down came the rain and washed poor Incy out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain and Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the spout again"
Drove my mother mad

Garden mint = Incy Wincy Spider and the innocence of childhood.

 

Mint for me aswell we had a massive plant the garden and when we had lamb on Sunday my brother and I used to pick it for mom to make mint sauce.

Rusty

 

basil for me, as my grandmother would have a few pots of it in her backyard, which was a minute strip of land at a quite steep gradient so it was lots of fun for us children to walk up and down it and it was always sunny there.

 

Rosemary, reminds me of the gardens outside the old city of Jerusalem.

 

The smell of a frosty morning takes me back. My mum taking us to school and seeing the dew hanging on spiders webs in hedges.

 

I love Carnations and Freesias ... I don't know why but I do.