There’s nothing like the smell of orange blossom on a light breeze to make you feel like you are on a tropical island, even if momentarily. I wish I could properly describe the scent, but it’s probably most similar to the fragrance of a gardenia, but maybe a hint lighter and sweeter.
I spent yesterday morning picking oranges at my aunt’s home in Mesa. Every time I would pull an orange off the tree a handful of blossoms would fall out of the tree and into my hair. I couldn’t get over how good the little white blossoms smelled and how pretty it looked to watch them floating out of sky.
I wish I could’ve captured some of the blossoms, but unfortunately my kids got a hold of my camera and now it is out of commission. This picture from last spring’s orange harvest will have to do!