Sweet Olives and Helen

We planted the sweet olive branch tree beside the porch when we bought our house, planning on dinners outside in the fall and spring where the scent of its sweet, rosey, citrusy blooms would be strongest. Helen's swing sits right beside it, and now I will always think of this, her quiet "wheee!" and the creak of the ropes when I smell it. It was hard to exactly duplicate that smell in our Laurel candle at  but we nailed it and in the suffocating heat of midsummer when it seems like the sweet olives will never come back, I can light it and almost fool myself.