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Definitely honeysuckle is the first thing that comes to mind. We had one near the front door where I grew up and the smell always brings me back there.
I have a rose that we bought in my beloved rottweiler Cerise's memory when she passed away. It's a beautiful yellow rose and ten years down the line, if not more, the rose is beautiful
It's weird how some vegetables spark no memories in me at all, ever having tried them as a kid, nor seen in the shops back in Sweden. I know kale existed because I recall the name for it in Swedish, but I don't think I ever had it. The same with parsnips. Nope - not a zilch of memories of them.
Carrots on the other hand, I remember pulling them out of my mum's veg plot, rubbing off the dirt and eating them without even washing them first. Delicious.
I have a rose that we bought in my beloved rottweiler Cerise's memory when she passed away. It's a beautiful yellow rose and ten years down the line, if not more, the rose is beautiful
It's weird how some vegetables spark no memories in me at all, ever having tried them as a kid, nor seen in the shops back in Sweden. I know kale existed because I recall the name for it in Swedish, but I don't think I ever had it. The same with parsnips. Nope - not a zilch of memories of them.
Carrots on the other hand, I remember pulling them out of my mum's veg plot, rubbing off the dirt and eating them without even washing them first. Delicious.
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