A row of what I think are jasmine bushes underneath our bedroom window have bloomed for the past few weeks. I didn’t know the neighbor apartment has such plant. I mean, I haven’t smelled it since we moved in, I don’t think.
The first time I caught a whiff of this season’s bloom though, I thought to myself…
It didn’t help that the first time, I was the only one who caught the scent. Brandon was a bit too far away from the window to smell anything.
You see, one of mom’s favorite flowers are what Thai people call “Dok Kaew” à¸”à¸à¸à¹à¸à¹‰à¸§. That’s scientifically Murraya paniculata and in Hawaii it’s known as mock orange or orange jasmine.Â Orange jasmine, eh?Â It’s no jasmine, but it looks and smells pretty close.
We have a tree growing on the edge of our property in Bangkok, on the way out the gate. It seems to bloom at night through early morning a few times a year. I remember taking them to my teachers on my way to school and plucking them on Sunday mornings for my grandmother.
It was blooming when my mom passed away. We made sure to have the blossoms at the temple as well as in our house. We put them in mom’s favorite red crystal vases which her friends joked that mom would rise out of the coffin to beat me and Pueng the Maid silly for actually using her prized possession.
Since the day I caught the scent in my bedroom, I expect the blossoms every night. I would take in deep breaths before getting in bed and think of mom.
It hurts a little, but strangely comforting.