The other day, my in-laws gave me bearded iris clippings from their garden.
I wish I could properly put into words the feelings that flood my soul when I smell them. The best way I can describe it is that breathing in their aroma reminds me of ‘home’.
But, the funny this is that I don’t think we ever actually grew bearded iris in our yard growing up. Or, I should say, in any of our yards. We moved around quite a bit so the word ‘home’ to me doesn’t just represent one place.
When I inhale the scent of the bearded iris, it reminds me of my mom and how much she loved them and would always tell me about how much her mother loved them.
In fact, my grandmother was quite the gardener. Here’s a snippet from her obituary highlighting just how much nature was apart of her life.
“Wherever Beryl lived, her flower gardens were enjoyed by friends, neighbors and strangers and were often featured in the local newspapers. She was a member of both the Albion and Marshall Garden Clubs and was honored with a Life Membership by The Federated Garden Clubs of Michigan.”
And I think it’s that connection I feel to my history every time I smell them that floods me with feelings of ‘home’. Home to me is always people. Home is my mom and dad no matter where they are (and they’ve lived in a LOT of places). Home is hearing my mom say, “Smell, girls, smell!” every time my sister and I would go on a walk with her or when she would spot a favorite flower and force us to bend over and inhale.
Home is me doing the same thing with my own children, knowing that they will probably do it with their kids too someday.
What about you? Is there a fragrance that always reminds you of home or brings back special memories?
I’d love to hear from you!