One of the things I miss the most about San Antonio is the mountain laurels. They're everywhere where I used to live on Broadway, and if one thing got me through springs and into summers it was the delicious smells the mountain laurels gave me every time I stepped outside.
I had almost forgotten about mountain laurels until I walked into HEB this morning and realized that the familiar smell was surrounding me. I seriously almost did a little dance, right there in front of the HEB Pharmacy entrance.
So, friends, just to let you know: if you see me at HEB just standing by the entrance with a glazed-but-happy look on my face, don't worry--I'm just getting high on mountain laurels.
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