2016

I've kept this blog, on and off, since 2006. In 2015 I used it to chart daily encounters, images, thoughts and feelings about volcanic basalt/bluestone in Melbourne and Victoria, especially in the first part of the year. I plan to write a book provisionally titled Bluestone: An Emotional History, about human uses of and feelings for bluestone. But I am also working on quite a few other projects and a big grant application, especially now I am on research leave. I'm working mostly from home, then, for six months, and will need online sociability for company!


Thursday, September 03, 2009

Garden fragrance in the city

Many years ago, when the Wednesday afternoon research seminars in my department (the fur on Dr Cat's back has just stood up) used to be a cross between gladiator fights at the Coliseum and episodes of The Office in their intensity, competitiveness and general social malfunctioning, one afternoon in spring a young man who had grown up in Melbourne but who was visiting from some advanced comp.lit. programme in the US, came in to sit behind the desk and laid on top of it a long spray of jasmine, commenting on how it reminded him, more than anything else, of Melbourne.

Today the sky is blue; high clouds are racing by; and the air is filled with the sweet scent of jasmine. I could even smell it when I came out of the gym this morning, which is on a busy road. There are more exotic varieties of jasmine, perhaps, but this one drapes itself luxuriously and expansively over garden fences all over the city, and on sunny, windy days like this, it fills the streets with its extravagant fragrance.



It smells like home.

1 comment:

Pavlov's Cat said...

I don't remember that. That's lovely.

No standing fur -- au contraire, I larfed. In retrospect (and often even at the time) they were really very funny. Remember when ... oh never mind.

The surviving jasmine in my garden (I thought I had killed it in attempts to get rid of the several climbers it was all tangled up with, but no) has just this morning opened up its first buds and I was thinking the exact same thing about the perfume in the air. I did have the daphne pot at the back door so I would smell it every time I walked outside, but of course the daphne is finished now.

Word verification is 'phystri' which looks like the plural of some obscure Linnaean sub-classification.