Just like the smell of home grown ripe tomatoes reminds me of fresh, white bread sangas piled high with layers of juicy red tomato over the summer.
The smell of a certain perfume reminds you of good friends.
A roast cooking just makes you hungry.
Recently, I mentioned to a friend how I hated fake trees, she responded with, "Oh, but ours is a good one." I told her there is no such thing. We laughed about how far the humble plastic tree has come in thirty years.
|one year I want to have a tree like this!!|