I grew up watching my grandfather gardening and taking good care of his many flowers and plants.
He always took the time to explain to me that each plant had a name, and each flower had a story of its own. The essence of jasmine, the smell of gardenias, the many colored rosebuds, the delicate tulips and gorgeous geraniums, are all melted memories of amazing scents, that I still sense to this day, every time I stand in admiration of any flower that I may see.
