Australia Smells Nice

My sense of smell has faded as I have grown older, but I am able to enjoy the smells of Spring in Brisbane. There are at least two flowering plants (and I have no idea what they are) around here that have been filling the air with beautiful fragrances for a few weeks now. Every time I catch one of their scents, I find I'm smiling.

I'll finish this overly positive, treacly blog entry with some lyrics from one of the top songs of the year, at least in English-speaking countries. I heard Fergie sing them on the radio today for at least the 100th time, and I finally appreciated the nostalgia they convey. Fergie's phrasing in the song itself helps, so you might want to listen along:

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and UNO cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine, Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside

I suppose for a teen in Brisbane, that last line could refer to around 6 pm, even in summer...