Hi, folks – this was an entirely different post about a perfume moment which was supposed to be light-hearted and funny but wasn’t coming together that way, so here we are. Shorter days mean seasonal anxiety has been rearing its annoying, mopey head and there are Chores That Need to Happen, like new tires for my car, which I’m tackling reluctantly by interspersing them with more pleasant activities.
I’ve been wearing Serge Lutens’ Fleurs d’Oranger for the past few days, I love it this time of year, such a great fall fragrance and it lasts forever on me. I’m reorganizing my limited space, and the plan is to retrieve and display more of my fragrance collection.
I polished some silver which I find very relaxing, I can’t be the only one … I think it’s like ironing, a pleasure for some and a pain for others. I also decided I needed some house plants, after figuring out a way to provide them some light, so that experiment has commenced. My house plants went to Maine along with the kids, and until now I’ve made do with succulents which work well here, it’s so dry. But I know Winter Is Coming and I’m appreciating the extra greenery along with the extra light. My one complaint about my otherwise delightful casita is that like most older adobes it’s a little dark, so I’m working on that.
I stopped by a local greenhouse as my reward for dealing with another annoying chore, and it was so nice I wandered around in there for awhile. In the front display area they were setting up their artificial Christmas trees, which was … weird, I’m not ready. In the back, though, it was peaceful and delightfully humid and smelled wonderful.
I got into a conversation with the woman who was carefully wiping down the leaves of some of the plants. She’s been working there for almost forty years, after retiring from her last job in her mid-fifties. Yeah, do the math on that one. She seemed very content. The background serenade was a few frogs that (as she explained to me) come in occasionally on the plants. I think if I were a frog, there are worse places to wind up, especially if I arrived in a shipment from some tropical locale. It was a lovely moment chatting with that woman, and my mind has returned to it several times.
Also it made me think that I want a candle or home fragrance that smells like a greenhouse as opposed to a florist – less floral and more loamy. Maybe a tiny bit of Bob’s Flower Shoppe and a big spritz of CB Black March? Can you think of a candle that smells green and earthy like that?
What are you tackling right now? Is there a seasonal fragrance you’re wearing? What do you do if / when you’re anxious?
images: random scenes from my neighborhood