16/06/2012 at 10:41
Sounds as if your husband was a very romantic man, Happy Marion.
I always love the scent of a big old-fashioned phlox flower. Difficult to find these days, as they grow too many dwarf varieties. I used to pick the individual florets off the flower-head, and suck out what I thought, as a child, was nectar. Ah, childhood memories!