In bloom

Apr. 24th, 2009 01:11 am
greatbear: (blackness)
Given our somewhat sluggish arrival of Spring this year it's taking a while for the various plants, trees and bushes to wake up from their wintry slumber. The lilac bushes are finally starting to bloom, which is always special to me. Some of the bushes here are taken from ones from where I grew up and predate me. The smell takes me back to my youngest days the instant it hits my face. When I came home from work today it was a sunny, clear day for a change, and I walked over to the big old bush to bury my nose into the blossoms. I knew very well what was going to happen. As I inhaled, memories of my early childhood came flooding back, all those good times, and, most of all, memories of Mom. I bawled my eyes out.

Of all the senses, the sense of smell elicits the greatest reactions in the human brain relating to memories. It's a purely chemical process, not at all different than in (other) animals, a product of millions of years of evolutionary process yet relatively unchanged in that time. It's a raw, basic process geared towards survival instincts and self preservation. But it has a wonderful emotional aspect as well. And I am very thankful for it. Especially now.
greatbear: (peppalemming)
Well, it's that time of year again. The chestnut tree next to the garage (see previous post for pic) is in full 'bloom'. Anyone who has been around such a tree at this time of year will recognize it's unforgettable odor. It smells precisely like spooge.

The tree blooms with these pipe cleaner-like things which emit a smell worthy of a million man bukkake (I am not joking) attracting all manner of insects and flies in order to pollenate. After this is done, the tree sheds the 'blooms' and then starts work on growing the chestnuts themselves, housed in green urchin-like burrs bristling with extremely sharp needle-like thorns. These drop in the fall and split open, revealing the rich brown chestnuts inside, creating field days for the squirrels and a nightmare for me in cleanup. Like an oak, it tends to hold it's brown leaves over winter, slowly dropping them in the winter months needing constant raking and cleanup. It's definitely a tree with some fucking attitude. That's partially why I kept it (actually designing the garage and it's position on the lot to accomodate it) along with it's relative rarity. Friends of mine "in the know', so to speak, giggle and make lewd commentary about the smell, wondering what Jeff and I (or whomever else for that matter) have been doing in the garage. Or the house for that matter.

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