i miss thinking about the roses and jasmines that filled up my grandfather's garden...
my grandmother would pick a handful of jasmines to embed them in the sugar cubes, it was
perfect for the hot tea they drank throughout the day, scenting every bite of sweetness.

childhood memories are so simple yet enriched with all kinds of senses...... i can still
smell, hear and taste every bit of as if i'm back right in moment physically touching & living it all over again...