"A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin." - HL Mencken

While on my way for a swim, I was cruising along my normal route: under the bridge (Mind the Chili Peppers), past the camera hire shop and a right turn into the road with the car painted with rainbows and declaring "Ja is love" on the passenger door. As I entered this road my head was snapped back by a powerful splendid aroma. A mixture of scents all coming from one tree of flowers. It was a tree in full bloom that I recall from my childhood. I can't tell you the official name, but I know it as the 'yesterday, today and tomorrow' tree and the promise it brought of the spring to come was tangible.