One thing I associate with her is the memory of the scent of the talcum powder she used - something called Lilacs and Roses.
Here in upstate New York, our lilac season is ending (the three varieties at my house are long gone) and the rose season is barely beginning. In fact, I haven't seen any roses blooming here yet, but I did find some, this past Saturday, an hour from here on the Cornell University campus in Ithaca, New York.
In honor of my mother's birthday, I'd like to share with you, some pictures of - what else - lilacs and roses.
This year, for some reason, it barely bloomed.
We share this white lilac with our other neighbor.
The scent of all these lilacs reminds me of my mother and her beloved talcum powder. But, strangely, as much as I love lilacs (and my spouse also), our son can't stand their fragrance. To him, lilacs smell like garbage - literally. There are some others who have the same issue.
Scents can bring back such wonderful memories, can't they?
Happy birthday, Mom - wherever your spirit is. I inherited my green thumb from you although there is a story behind that. (Anyone want to read about it?)
What kind of memories does a particular scent bring back for you?