cadence

flowers

when i smell flowers, i'm not reminded of sweet, sugary nothings.

i'm reminded of hot, sticky summer days, when all you can smell is the blistering heat.

i'm reminded of hot, sticky summer days, when the breeze blows in, carrying the creek chill with it.

i'm reminded of the moments i've spent in the backyard vegetable garden, with ripe tomatoes, whining over the fact that bugs bunny has eaten my peanut plant again.

i am reminded of the times that i splashed in puddles with my ladybug rain boots, laughing, but then scrunching up my nose at the overwhelming stench of worms.

i'm reminded of the awe that i felt when i looked up, that same dreary day, and saw a rainbow smiling down at me.

when i smell flowers, i'm not reminded of sweet, sugary nothings.

i'm reminded of the earthy, the fruity, and the sticky memories that accompany my childhood.

-olive ☆〜（ゝ。∂）