Once in a Blue Moon

They say a bad day on the water is better than a good day anywhere else. Those people didn’t have my freaking out kids in their canoe. I don’t know if it was their ages or the steady supply of lollipops I brought, but this season’s inaugural float was fantastic! Hardly any tantrums. THIS is why we got this thing! 

I love the way river water smells: salty, muddy, river-y. Tonight I went on a walk around the loop after the kids were in bed. The sun set, the moon came out, and so did all the night scents. I read recently—in Valencia, I think—about Moon Gardens: a garden of fragrant, white flowers best viewed by moonlight. What?! We inadvertently had one in Florida. This time of year, Chris and I would have wine on the bench between all the gardenia bushes in our front flower beds in the moonlight. 

Tonight I smelled jasmine around every corner, gardenias, roses, and the flower below: delicately scented, fluttering its petals toward the hazy quarter moon.