Memory Scents

Esh's group of six (they call themselves The Super Friends) were here again last night. I have begun to place one of my mother's tablecloths that I inherited from her on the table for their visits as The Super Friends are reluctant to use coasters for their drinks. As I removed the tablecloth today and began to fold it, the pervasive floral scent of my mother filled the air. The scent brought her back momentarily. Just now, I was looking at the baby grand piano that she so loved sitting in the corner. I am glad I have a bit of her in this house. Interesting how smells can evoke such clear memories.