Looking out at the snow, I should be writing about garden bones and seed heads (to come!), but instead I am thinking of fragrance. The garden’s winter breath of icy, fresh air leaves me melancholy for headier scents – old favourites like lilacs, lily of the valley, peonies and roses, with a breeze carrying abelia, mock orange and maybe some honeysuckle. I always think jacob's ladder smells like cherry candy, and nasturtium and phlox are just as sweet. Then bring in the enticing herbals – lavender, russian sage, catmint, artemisia, lemon balm, even dill…this list is long! Because they are the closest to blooming, I will think of daffodils and hyacinth, close my eyes, take a slow, deep breath and imagine.