An orange tree grows in the front yard of my nearest neighbor. The fragrance of orange blossoms fills the air all day and all evening. It greets me every time I walk outside. There is no sweeter smell.
The interior courtyard of the elegant Mezquita mosque in Cordoba, Spain is called the Orange Courtyard, because it is full of the heavenly scent of orange blossoms.
Of course, this is not an orange blossom. What it is, I don’t recall. It grows just outside my living room window. The past few weeks I have been complimenting myself on the wisdom of planting such a fragrant vine. Then I realized — it’s the orange blossoms, silly!