Send a little summer scent

Summer night, the wind blew wildly all around the garden, the sky was clear, the stars twinkled in the sky. In the night, in the wind, one could smell the familiar, pure, gentle scents. It seemed that from the vast fields, the scent of newly cut straw, the strong smell of field water mixed with the pure fragrance of wild flowers growing on the grass along the roadside. The night was so kind, calming all the hustle and bustle of the day so that Hanh could feel more clearly every bit of the sweet summer scent.

Grandma told Hanh, if you are too tired, go home, come back to Grandma, Grandma will "recharge" you. So Hanh picked up her backpack and... went to Grandma's house. The vast countryside garden, lush and green trees embraced Grandma's old house. Early in the night, Grandma called Hanh to bring a mat out to spread in the middle of the yard, to watch the new moon at the beginning of the month. Among the canopy of leaves, the chirping of small birds and the playful, dancing moonlight. The magnolia in the garden had revealed its first buds, not yet fully opened but still giving off a strangely sweet "taste". The lemon tree in the corner of the yard in the dark night still flashed its half-closed purple buds. The wind blew gently through the low wall, carrying the clean, fragrant scent of young lemon. Grandma, what kind of flower in the garden has such a sweet, warm scent? I've been thinking about it for a long time but still can't figure it out, Hanh exclaimed. Those areca flowers, both areca trees were blooming at the same time. Areca flowers so fragrant, Grandma, but I've only just realized it now. But the areca tree in our house has been there for ages, the young girl "felt resentful". It must be because when I was little, I didn't pay attention. When I grew up, I went to school far away, where did I have time to visit my grandmother. There are things around us for years but we don't always discover them, my child... Tightening her chest, Hanh tried to inhale this very sweet, gentle fragrance. As the night went on, the areca scent became stronger, wrapping around her grandmother's garden and house. Hanh felt elated, not wanting to escape from those wonderful scents. It was also the scent that lured her back to her beautiful youth, playing and growing up with friends under this areca tree. The first gift that made Hanh shout with joy was when her grandmother used old areca leaves to weave a pair of small, pretty shoulder poles for her to play house with her friends... All those memories and longings were concentrated in a familiar scent that Hanh... lost over the years.

The later it got, the stronger the wind became, the more the trees and fruits in the garden fluttered and showed off their fragrance. The wind, along with the scent of flowers, caressed, lulled, and soothed Hanh. It had been a long time since the girl had felt this comfortable and relaxed. It had been a long time since all of Hanh's worries and anxieties had suddenly "dissolved" into space along with... a bit of the sweet, caressing scent of summer. Life is tiring, but after all, there are still very special ways to "heal". Like today, the scent of summer, in a moment, had carried Hanh's sadness to a faraway place.

Spring Flowers

Source: https://baonamdinh.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202506/gui-chut-huong-he-d0920de/