" For all its rigid constancy, time can be so malleable in the face of memory. Something as simple as the smell of old roses can bewitch it completely, causing it to twist and turn back onto itself until entire decades are lost and you feel as though it hasn’t advanced one hour from that bright morning when you were six, standing alone in the garden sun to watch an orange butterfly flicker among the white flowers. "

― Pamela Terry , The Sweet Taste of Muscadines