Scented memories

I was taken aback by the strong scent of orange blossom earlier; a smell which took me right back to my childhood. I grew up on a citrus farm and each Spring the entire Sundays River Valley was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of orange blossom.
In all the drama of the past few weeks I missed the blossoming on my naartjie tree. I wish I could package the scent for you too. It looks like the fruit has already started growing a the centre of each blossom.
Miss C is almost back to her usual cheerful self this evening, the procedure was longer than expected and extremely painful, poor child. Results on Tuesday.