When my parent's married in 1945 it was traditional to wear orange blossoms around the coronet that held a bride's veil. My mom did that. A simple flower that exudes such fragrance. I grew up surrounded by citrus groves. Each year when they bloomed their scent wafted for miles and miles. When I walk in the garden each spring I get to fall back in time and remember the freedom we had as children playing in the rows of blossoming trees, dragging our toys, our lunch, and our imaginations under them to play.