Last night, when I lay on my fresh pillow case, I thought: "What is that - it smells so lovely!"
And then I remembered: three weeks ago my friend Ann had sent me the soap "Sweet Peas" - so moral boosting in these hard times to get a little surprise, thank you!
I always put soap before use into my linen cupboard, between sheets or pillowcases.
Wow!
I am in love with sweet peas from my earliest youth: my grandmother always had them in her garden - simple ones in white, pink, violets and blue -- and they smelt unforgettable.
When I see a bouquet on the market with huge, fanciful blossoms, I am utterly disappointed when they have no scent. (Reminds me of plastic surgery..)
On my garden blog I told that I once met a man whose name was given to a sweat pea.
That was when Anne and I were in England together: as young students we had promised to each other a garden tour when we were 50 - and then we laughed like mad - even the idea: 50!!
But then there we were: on an unforgettable "Bed and Breakfast for Garden Lovers" trip that we had planned on our own . First we stayed a few days with Wendy who was a juror to private gardens and lived on a manor (yes: we stayed in a manor! Getting older does have some benefits, sometimes!). Well - and her husband owned a factory (?) in which seeds are produced - and among them was a bright red sweet pea - and that one bore his name!
(Must look up the name... Getting older does have some drawbacks, too... :-)