When taking a walk at dinner time in suburbia one’s nose is greeted with all kinds of smells wafting from people’s kitchens. Onions and garlic being gently sautéed, steak frying, a whiff of curry, vegetable soup bubbling on the stove. In the fading light of dusk it is an olfactory adventure full of aromatic surprises.
My street has a couple of well-tended gardens and some magnificent plants (remember the pink magnolia I posted a while ago?), but in the main most of us are not up to much. Along my driveway fence, however, the neighbours have been so lovely as to plant a row of wonderful and varied roses. I wandered out to check the mail today and was greeted by this peach beauty, basking in the sunshine. Her perfume is as divine as her colour.