This morning when I was sitting on my favourite sofa and solving crossword puzzles, I got a whiff of the scent of mogra. An all time favourite of ours. When the breeze is from the North West of our home, the scent wafts in to our veranda and to parts of the sitting room. The bush was planted by my late wife when we had first moved in to this house twenty plus years ago and is now almost a tree.

This is the season for it to flower and the first flowers opened out this morning and hence the scent.

Needless to say, it took me off on a nostalgia trip.

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