Saturday, April 17, 2010

The Smelling Tour

Anselm Samuel, Basil Wenceslas and I set out to fly kites today but, though there was a slight breeze, the wind wasn't strong enough to keep the kites up. So we went on a smelling tour of the neighborhood instead. We smelled scores of different flowers. Roses and orange blossoms. Magnolia and pine cones. Lavender and honeysuckle. Thanks to tradition derived from the ancient and venerable Roman Law XVIII promulgated by Romulus, we harvested oranges and grapefruit from trees overhanging the street. At the end of our walk the boys decided the orange blossoms and roses smelled prettiest, and sadly, our much loved California Golden Poppy smelled worst.

1 comment:

Mimi said...

I love the looks of the Golden Poppy, but it isn't my favorite smell.
It's better than the daisy, though, which I call "my favorite flower that smells like feet"