White blossoms are frothing from the orange trees in the garden around our apartment, and the scent is divine - sweet and deep - reminding me of the syringa, Idaho's state flower, in our yard at home (I now understand syringa's common name, "mock orange"). The fragrance drifts in through the kitchen window while I'm doing dishes; it lingers around the towels on the clothesline; it says the day is beautiful and fine.
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