Stop to Smell the Flowers

I visited my dad this weekend and upon getting off my car, I got a whiff of something familiar in the air. At first, I couldn't pinpoint what the scent was but when I looked down the street, I saw the source of the aroma. It was the 'frijolio' tree.

To be honest, I really dunno what the tree's real name is and I didn't have much time to research it before posting this entry. Frankly, I haven't had much of a chance to write, much less google anything BUT I wanted to share this before the flowers withered away to little pods that look like beans. I guess that has something to do with the name (Dad calls it that).

Anyways, the scent of this flower automatically reminds me of home. My brother even took a bunch and used it as an air freshener for his car. 

BTW, it's been a hectic month for me. I apologize (again) for the sparse blogging. It's gotten to the point where I don't even remember what I had for dinner the night before. It really is that bad. Want proof? 

This past Friday, I arrived to my apartment. Since it was raining, I carried my daughter inside, in order to avoid her leaving a trail of mud in the living room. Well, when I put her down on the couch, I took off my shoes and closed the door. We went about our normal evening routine until I heard a knock on the door. This startled us, considering we don't have many visitors, and when I checked the peephole, I didn't recognize the woman standing on the other side. I opened the door to see what she wanted and that's when I realized exactly why she was knocking....I HAD LEFT MY CAR DOOR OPEN!! The woman was my upstairs neighbor (goes to show how often I'm at my apt) and she was concerned upon seeing that my car door was open. I profusely thanked her, closed the car door, and went back into my apt, shaking my head in disbelief. I swear I'm not usually so spacey. 

So, yes ladies and gentlemen, it's been one of those months. But it'll get better soon. I hope so.

Till then, take a second to smell the flowers. It helps.