“Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.”

Today is unpleasant, another hot and humid day in the 80’s. Gracie and I went to the dump this morning. It was packed, and I had to wait in line to dump my trash. A bit later I drove my friends to the bus stop as they are going to stay in Boston tonight then leave for Hawaii in the morning. That’s it for the day. There is nothing more on my dance card. When I finish here, I am going to change into my comfy clothes and be a sloth for the rest of the day and luxuriate in my cool house. I see a nap in my future.

Gracie went out around 12:30 last night before we went upstairs to bed. While she was out, I went on the deck for a bit. The songs of crickets filled the night air. I stood there for a long while and listened. Their songs took me back to the summer nights my friend and I would sleep in the backyard and pretend we were camping in the woods. Those nights too were so filled with song it was easy to believe there were no houses or people. We were alone under the night sky with crickets for company. We were never afraid. We were amazed.

My lawn got mowed the other day, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of cut grass. Someone in the neighborhood was grilling yesterday, and I could smell their chicken cooking. I always put four flowers on the table for movie night because I have a vase with four holes. Last Saturday it was white roses, and the first thing my friend did was pick up the vase to smell the flowers. My kitchen smelled like popcorn. I ran my hand up the lavender in the deck box and my hand smelled like lavender. My friend couldn’t decide what was in the deck box behind him so he grabbed a few leaves, rubbed them between his fingers and smelled them. He knew they were oregano.

Smells are sometimes so unique and trigger the most amazing memories. Wood charcoal burning is Ghana. Fir trees no matter when are Christmas. Turkey is always Thanksgiving. I swear I can smell snow coming before the storm starts. Sugar cookies baking are Christmas. They remind me of my mother. The aroma is a favorite smell for everything it brings to mind and to heart.

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8 Comments on ““Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.””

  1. splendidone Says:

    These are such wonderful thoughts Kat. The aroma of Jergens lotion (the cherry almond scent) takes me right to my grandmother, I can feel her with me, her laugh echos in my mind. The smell of rain coming-one of my favorites as well.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, splendid.

      It is amazing where smells take us. The first time I went to Plimoth Plantation I was transported to Ghana. At the plantation, they use wood charcoal the same as Ghanaians did. I could smell the fires in the morning when it was breakfast time.

  2. olof1 Says:

    Crickets are almost extinkt here, too few have fire heated stoves which they need to survive during winter. But I doubt I would be able to hear them any longer anyway 🙂 I do hear the katydids though and they playb all night long if it is warm enough. We have suddenly gotten warm evenings so I did hear them before I went to bed yesterday.

    Yes what woulkd life be without smells? The onlky time my neighbor BBQ’s I could smell how he burned it all and I could smell that he used way to much lighter fluid too 🙂 Nothing would taste anythinbg without smells, just imagine how dull the food would be!

    I can smell the snow before a storm too, it’s something dryish about the smell that is a sure sign of snow.

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Our crickets must be hardier. I also hear the katydids and peepers, the frogs by the pond at the end of the street. They are the first to sing in spring.

      We too have suddenly had a change in weather. It is miserable: too hot and far too humid. I am living in the air conditioning.

      It is true. If you lose your sense of smell, food just doesn’t taste like much of anything. Having a cold sometimes does that.

      Dryish is a good word to describe that smell. There is also a strange light before the snow falls. It is a bit eerie.

      Have a great evening!

  3. minicapt Says:

    In Windsor, the smell of fresh bread being made informed you that the wind had arrived via the Hiram Walker’s Distillery, where a fresh batch was in production.


  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    A few times I have had a cold so bad I couldn’t even smell ammonia under my nose. It was horrible. Food had no taste so I didn’t eat it anymore. I was hungry but what was the point?
    It made me very anxious and fearful that my sense of smell was going to be permanently gone and I’m not sure I would handle that at all well.
    Snow has a metallic smell before it falls. Like rain only cold and sharp.
    The smell of newly creosoted telephone poles was heady. One of my favorite smells as a kid. I would stick my nose up close to the telephone pole and breathe in the lovely tarry, woody smell.

    My mother’s apple crisp baking in the oven was another favorite. She couldn’t cook but she could make heavenly apple crisp.

    The smell of the attic in the old garage on a hot summer day was the best. It smelled of dusty, old, sun-warmed wood, and paper wasp nests. It’s the smell I imagine when I think of my childhood. It’s a comfortable and comforting smell, odd as that may sound.

    It’s been too hot to do anything. We stayed inside Tuesday except for a couple of hot walks. The dogs went to the groomer today and I did a few errands and laundry. We all napped for the rest of the day. I missed the whole Facebook is down, OMG!! crisis. 🙂

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      That’s so true. I hate a stuffy nose. Food just isn’t appetizing. I figured the cold would disappear in time. They always do.

      I forgot about the telephone poles. The railroad ties were the same.

      Desserts baking in the oven have a heavenly smell regardless of what’s cooking but I think cookies have the most memorable smell.

      I have a homemade potpourri on the stove in the winter as the house gets a stuffy smell from being closed. The potpourri smells of apple and cinnamon.

      I haven’t ever lived in a house with an attic. One house had storage in the eaves, another a cellar while this house has the eaves and also a big cellar.

      I was smack dab in the middle of the Facebook fiasco. I couldn’t get on with my laptop or iPad so I knew it wasn’t my problem. I checked on-line and found out it was down everywhere.

      Today I did nothing even though it was a cooler day than the last two. I turned off the air in the morning and didn’t need it all day. Tonight is supposed to get much cooler.

      Enjoy the evening!

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