These petunias are in a window box on the garage window. For some reason yesterday they were very fragrant. The smell of these flowers always make me think of my grandmother. Mom always had petunias growing when I was a child. Just the smell makes me think of her. I can picture them growing in a planter on the old farmhouse porch. I can remember playing in the evening and the grown ups all sitting on the porch. Funny how a smell can bring back such a wonderful memory!