Anne's Diary

Smell the Roses

I've written before about stinky aliens, but I just got some interesting information about flower-scented ghosts.

I was chatting with someone after a meeting, and somehow the topic of ghosts came up. He told me this story.

He was riding in his car one day with his brother, when he noticed a strong smell of flowers filling the car. He couldn't figure out where it was coming from--he wasn't driving past any flower fields--so he asked his brother if he smelled it too. While the brother said that yes, he did, the man happened to look at his watch.

This all happened before cell phones, and when he got home, his answering machine was stacked with messages. When he played the first one, he learned that his father had died on the operating table after open heart surgery, at precisely the time had he read on his watch after smelling the strong scent of flowers in his car.

After asking around, I've discovered that the scent of flowers accompanies many ghostly visions. Whitley remembered that a strong scent of violets sometimes mysteriously filled the country house that his great-grandmother built almost a hundred years ago (and is stilled lived-in by his aunt and uncle). Since "Nana" had always worn violet-scented perfume, everyone assumed she'd stopped by for a visit.

I wonder if, when we all become ghosts, we'll give off a smell like our favorite flowers. Mine would have to be roses, although roses have been tragically hybridized to the point that many of them have lost their scent.

One of the main reasons I wanted to have a house when we lived in Texas was so that I could grow roses. I learned from a gardener that roses grow well there because South Texas is on the same meridian as the part of China where the rose originated.

You can get wonderfully hearty specimens there, which have been discovered growing wild in cemeteries and along railroad tracks, where the seeds wafted. Roses were brought from Europe by early settlers often planted on graves. The strong ones are the ones that survived many years of neglect, and plant nurseries soon realized that they should be selling the cuttings from these bushes, because they are much more resistant to disease than some of the fancy varieties you see around these days.

Whenever we go to San Antonio, I avoid driving past our old house, because the roses I tended so carefully there are now a complete mess. The current owners don't seem to realize that you have to cut them down to a few sticks every fall if you want them to bloom again in the spring.

But roses are kind of like a mistreated animal, or even a neglected child, so I know that whenever a new owner comes along who understands them (or the current owners find a wise gardener), those bushes will still be there, ready to bloom again, once they're treated right.

It happened to me.


A lovely entry.
There is a tree that someone planted in my hometown, not indigenous to the area, that I remember standing by, just taking in the scent. Its a strong memory. I've only had a few chances to do that. Lilac tree, thats what it was. The scent lasts only during blooming, I think, two weeks?

I remember having a bunch of lilacs my neighbors planted and they do smell so wonderful !!!

Dear Ann,

you are so sweet. I'm in love with my houseplants, too. I even planted an avacado tree from a pit and now need to find it a home because I live in an upstairs apartment, with no land to plant it. As of now, it sits in a pot alongside a fruit tree in a separate pot on my back porch, both still seedlings.

I really appreciated your entry because I might be inviting certain entities back, and I had to smell them once. They smelled "burned." I was once in contact with a lady who smelled spirits who inhabited the place where we were living, other people would see a shadow person all the time, but I never saw this entity. My friend would describe the smells, and once when we were sitting at lunch, she said there's a spirit in the room who smells like dirt, just like the earth. I felt a little creeped out, and though one of my best friends interact with spirits who even jump on her bed at night, and she's used to it, I just don't think that stuff will ever settle comfortably with me.

Thanks for your story, and once again, you're sweet.

I have had experiences with a ghost who, when she was around, gave off a strong scent of roses. I don't remember her wearing rose scented perfume when she was alive so maybe she was emitting the scent of her favorite flower.

Incidentally, her husband, who also hung around after he passed, gave off the smell of sweet pipe tobacco.

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