The Orange Honey Dew Falls
You have to let your nose be your guide, or at least that is what I did. That sweet fragrance of the the unmistakable kinmokusie ( 金木犀) drifted into my nostrils right before lunch. My stomach was rumbling wanting to be nourished, but the scent drew me in.
As usual I had no idea where the scent was coming from. I knew it had to be pretty close by. I wandered around for a bit, and to my astonishment, there were three of the largest orange sweet osmanthus I had ever seen. The tiny blossoms were bursting all over the trees. The trees were peeking as I strolled under their branches.
I noticed the the earth had begun to be dotted by them. Little orange specks were scattered around the roots of the trees. These little orange drops of fragrant dew had done their mission for the year, and sat patiently on a bed of green ground coverings to seep back into the soil.
The dew has begun to fall, another sign of autumn, and another signal that the crisp air will gradually dip closer and closer to freezing. For now, I am content just being able to witness such a seasonal sensory festival of aroma.
