Have I mentioned how much I love that Celeste is blogging again? Well, on Twitter sure. But here? This place is dusty with cobwebs and neglected ambitions. Her recent post One Hundred Word Wednesday: Hibiscus reminded me 1) that short is sweet and 2) of my own childhood. Have you read it yet? Go on. I'll wait.
Growing up in San Diego, I too was a destroyer of hibiscus flowers. Along with honeysuckle, geraniums, and lemon grass. To this day the scent of a geraniums takes me right back to 1272 Santa Barbara Street, in the side yard next to the house where my mom, aunts and uncle all grew up, playing in the dirt, singing songs to myself, taking the days of unending sunshine with a sweet breeze for granted.
I like the seasons too much to ever move back there. But it still makes me nostalgic and feels bittersweet.