Moving through the not-yet-immaculate Lodge, I caught a whiff of a familiar, odd but pleasing scent. The very first passion flower. This is the day I'm moving my monster plant from the kitchen window area onto the screened porch, to join a much younger, recently purchased specimen.
One more thing to rejoice at, in addition to the Chap's imminent return, his sister's arrival, my first wisteria buds, dog bed covers that are well-and-truly laundered, freshly hoovered carpeting, and the omnipresence of those flashy Baltimore orioles.
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