I don't think there is a more lovely scent than the smell of orange blossom after the rain.  It is very peaceful here on the farm this morning.  

In this Roman Catholic country Good Friday is a holiday, there is a ban on selling alcohol and tonight there will be a procession of the cross in town.   It is a day of reflection.

My little contemplation, to smell this scent with my eyes closed and imagine that this is something Jesus, living in another land of oranges, would have surely done