Lately I have been dreaming of mimosas. Yes, but that is not a mimosa, you may say. That’s actually a silk flower, mimosas are yellow. That may be true, but I grew up calling these mimosas, as do many others in the Southern US. I love these flowers, which seem to bloom forever during the spring. The trees burst with them, the blooms staying vibrant for weeks. I always think, I’ll have to get photos of those tomorrow.
The funny thing is, it is not MY mimosas I am currently obsessing over, but the yellow kind. These grow in France apparently, and are actually Acacias. That makes things a little confusing. When I googled mimosa, I came up with many similar flowers, but the only kind with mimosa in the name is Mimosa Pudica, which aren’t trees at all, but low growing herbs. In any case, it is the French mimosa that has been haunting my dreams, without me ever having seen it in person.
You see, several months ago, I received a sample of a perfume named Mimosa Pour Moi, that smelled heavenly. It smelled like cherry Jolly Rancers, but in an amazing way. Unfortunately, the perfume is beyond my means, so I will just dream a little longer.