16 December 2008
Cindi gave me a bayberry candle - a bit of an early Christmas gift. I have it burning on the family altar. The other day it was lit and David asked: "Have you been burning incense?" I told him he smelled that candle. He said: "Well, it smells wonderful." It truly does. It reminds me of my childhood home, for we always had bayberry candles come Christmas - was one of my mother's favorites. It's been increasingly hard to find, though. Funny how smell is such a strong evoker of memory, isn't it?
Posted by William Weedon at 7:01 PM