Oh brother, I am not ready to hit the sack yet, and still want to hang around outside (sipping a little red wine I might add). I have my laptop on my lap, the smell of the evening scented stock (matthiola bicornis) is so strong, it smells like a strong perfume is present. These little teeny tiny flowers close during the day, but come dusk, the flowers open to beautiful lavender and are huge, in comparison to the daytime nothing. The scent is something to behold, the fragrance stays clear until the sun wakens the flower, and it goes to sleep . This is a most beautiful time of the day, the fragrance, the ability to have communication to the world....where was I? Right, the night insects, the mosquitoes, which only a couple have bothered me, but the moths, all kinds of unknown-to-me insects that are checking out the bright lights of the screen of my laptop, I can hear large moths, probably drinking in the nectar of the night flowering flowers, I can see them, i move my hand to move them, and they do indeed move, the scent, oh the scent, takes me away to the first time that I ever grew these night flowers.....no perfume of the human nature, could ever hold a match to this scent.....and I mean that, try and replicate, I don't think so. Not even Alfred Sung could do it, smiling.
Not sure where I was going with this, but just wanted to impart some nice thoughts, some beautiful thoughts of the scent of the evening air, it is good, it is clear and it is something that I relish in, every night, until the last days of the flower and the insects that love it, are gone, along with all the other beauties that the killing frost denies life to. Beautiful days, beautiful nights, CynthiaM.
Not sure where I was going with this, but just wanted to impart some nice thoughts, some beautiful thoughts of the scent of the evening air, it is good, it is clear and it is something that I relish in, every night, until the last days of the flower and the insects that love it, are gone, along with all the other beauties that the killing frost denies life to. Beautiful days, beautiful nights, CynthiaM.