So, yesterday, my oldest son cut some flowers from his grandpa's garden and brought them home to me for dinner. So sweet. These peonies are so full and big, and so is their scent! They still grow just outside what used to be Chad's bedroom window, so for the past 24 hours, he's been very sensitive to the smell filling the kitchen. Just like, oddly, I like the smell of sheets that have been on the shelf for a while and have lost their detergent smell, because they remind me of visits to my Granny's house during the holidays. Nostalgia is so closely connected with the sense of smell. Amazing!