Mars and Venus

I made rose geranium infused ice-cream tonight.

To me, the flavor is antique in nature. I picture my grandmother's old farm house in summer-time, billowing drapes with wide-open windows. The cool, blue walls of her bedroom with her vegetable garden out one window and flower garden out the other, maybe laundry hanging on the line and some dogs lazing around in the shade, with me picking through her jewelery box while trying on her lipstick. And all around us, space, land, breathing room.

My husband tastes the ice cream and says: "tastes like cleaner."

The source of the scent we are recalling is probably of the same origin.