Fragrant Quote for May 4th, 2012 Life and sport on the Pacific slope By Horace Annesley Vachell

Cockscomb cottonwood

Life and sport on the Pacific slope
By Horace Annesley Vachell

I have been tempted to dwell only upon memories that grow brighter and more fragrant as the years roll by. How often, after a hot summer's day, I have watched the brown foothills, as the purple shadows were stealing across them. It is then that the breeze from the ocean stirs the tremulous leaves of the cotton-woods; it is then that the cattle wind slowly across their pastures, leaving the canons and gulches where they have lain during the sultry hours; it is then that a golden haze envelops all things: a glamour as of the world unseen, a mirage so fair to the eye, so cunningly interwoven with fact and fancy, that the realities of life, no matter what they may be, seem to melt away into the gathering shadows.

And after the sun has set, the air is filled with enchanting odours, — the odours of a land that the Lord has blessed, the scent of herbs innumerable, the balmy fragrance of the pines, the perfume of the wild flowers, a pot-pourri of essences distilled by night alone.