I think the worst part of this now more-than-week-long crappy ear/sinus infection thing is that I CAN’T SMELL ANYTHING. Which also means I can’t taste anything. But to not have a sense of smell during the very brief orange blossom season here feels cruel beyond belief. I LIVE for this time of year ever since my first springtime in Sevilla. And now I walk around looking at all these pretty delicate blossoms and listening to people comment on how amazing their fragrance is, and I want to weep.

I did get a bit of a preview when I was in Málaga a few weeks ago as the azahar was already well in blossom then, and thought of it as a bonus. But maybe it’s all I’m going to get this year? That is too sad to even consider.

I’d say the azahar here is good for at least another week or so, as long as heavy rains and wind don’t remove them prematurely. What rotten luck! 😦