I posted the following on Face Book in the early hours of this morning and I'd like to share my amazing experience.
The most extraordinary thing has just happened. I am sitting here in my kitchen at around 1.00am with the windows wide open. I was looking for yellow roses to put up in a bid to send all good wishes for Mother's Day to my friends, be they mothers of their own children, nephews, nieces, 'adopted' neighbourhood children, fur kids, grandmothers acting as mothers whilst their daughters go out to work, fathers who act as mothers because their children for one reason or another do not have mothers when the sweetest of scents surrounded me. I know the aroma does not come from anything that's growing outside my kitchen window. The scent has lingered and continues to do so. Yellow roses were Daddy's favourite flower and not an anniversary or birthday passed without him having them delivered to Mummy. I suddenly feel very, very safe. Happy Mother's Day!