Pastor Daniel Meeter of Old First Church went walking in Prospect Park one evening. Actually it was the night of the Issac Hayes concert. “I know we’re not supposed to walk in the Park alone at night, and for good reason, I guess, but when it’s dark and deserted you sense things you miss otherwise,” he wrote. Here’s an excerpt from his blog, Old First.

Honeysuckle, yes, lots of honeysuckle, but in certain places, blissful scents of jasmine. If you follow the smell you can find the jasmine trees. If you want to check one out, it’s on the SW side of the Wellhouse.

As I walked along, I suddenly smelled a cigaret. I didn’t see anyone. Uh oh. Is there some mugger in the trees? Nah, couldn’t be, they wouldn’t light up.

Then I noticed a hundred yards ahead, beneath a lamp, a couple on the grass, and the whisp of smoke in the lamplight. The smell had carried that far. Right, because it was so quiet out.

And then the chorus of the frogs. Bull frogs. And peepers.

And the smell of jasmine, lovely jasmine.