On June 12, I was walking in my neighborhood, and came across this.
Ah, the scent of privet. Years ago, I would blog about privet hedges at the end of each June. They bloom earlier and earlier, and aren't covered by bees the way they used to be.
But still, they bring back a memory of over 60 years ago.
I grew up in the Bronx, a borough of New York City, in a city housing
project. All the green spaces in the project were carefully fenced away
behind chain link fences. We children would get into trouble with the
maintenance men who cared for the project if we climbed the fences and
dared to play in the greenery. So, of course, we did it as often as
possible.
In June, the privet would bloom.
It's a scent I love to this day.
The boys would catch the bees the bushes attracted in glass jars. That's not something we
girls got into. Instead, we would look for ladybugs to catch.
The heady scent from a week ago brought me back over 60 years in a matter of seconds. I
was a little girl once again, climbing chain link fences while we
looked out for the project maintenance men, so my playmates and I could
have a few minutes of interaction with nature.
Scent and memory. A living time machine.
Joining Sandee at Comedy Plus for her #WordlessWednesday.
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