This is a short, very sweet memory for me. When my husband and I moved to California in 70’s, the apartment we had rented in Newport Beach wasn’t going to be available until the end of August. So we moved into the spare bedroom of some friends from the lab where we would be working. We had come from Cleveland, so every day in southern California was like a vacation: sunshine, warmth, the lure of the beach. It took us several months to get settled in mentally!
Outside our bedroom window was a night blooming jasmine, and every night when we went to bed, we inhaled the wonderful, almost overpowering scent of that flower. Did you know that this jasmine is a member of the potato family?
Whenever I smell jasmine, it takes me back all those years to the wonder of being in California for the first time.