The happiness of that afternoon was already fixed in her mind, and always would the scent of freesia recall it to her mental sight, for among the smells of the roses and violets and lilies and wall-flowers, the smell of the freesia penetrated, as a melody stands out from its accompaniement, and gave her the most pleasure.
The Way Things Happen by Hugh De Sélincourt
Freesias make me happy.
It may be just that they forecast the beginning of the warmer spring weather, but I just adore their colours too: white, cream, yellow, mauve and purple. Don't they look beautiful bunched together like that and sitting in my kitchen?
In the language of flowers, freesias symbolise innocence and trust. I can see why.
Modern freesias have little scent, but the older, less brightly colourful ones are gloriously fragrant. Mine are old. Possibly even older than me. And they smell every bit as wonderful as they look.