Roberta McKern
At this time of year, as summer begins to wane, some of us are lucky enough to be able to visit scented backyards, where perfumes set forth by blooming honeysuckle, privet hedge, butterfly bush and rose waft and mingle on passing breezes. “Ah, the country garden,” we might think.
Then we might begin to ponder, “Is this how it really smelled in the past?”
Nothing strikes us as more fleeting than the scents…