There is something that amazes me it’s that very tiny flowers can produce very powerful smells.
Just outside our bedroom we have a bed of Lily of the Valley.
It’s coming into bloom and Ma has been oh-ing and ah-ing about how precious it is.
She’s cut a little bunch and brought it inside and it’s doing my head in.
It may smell fresh and fragrant to the hooman nose but it’s overpowering for me.
Doesn’t she realize my sense of smell is a thousand times greater than hers.
It’s like living in a bottle of Issey Miyake!
Only silver lining to this story is it does mask the pong of the PIT!
Blessing#2760-Floral Tributes
Booming Banter 