“You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.”

Today is already horribly different than yesterday. The house was 76˚ by ten this morning. When I went to get the papers, I was assaulted by the heat. I didn’t even stop to admire my garden. The air conditioner is working its little heart out to cool the house. Today will be a run from the air conditioned house to the air conditioned car as I have a couple of errands. I have finally started the laundry. It stayed in the hall for days, and I couldn’t stand looking at it any more.

Yesterday was a wonderful day. I sat on the deck all afternoon reading and munching on fresh nacho chips from the farm stand and mango-pineapple salsa. As it got dark, I started a fire in my chiminea. It wasn’t really cold out, but there was a breeze. I loaded the chiminea with piñon wood. The aroma was wonderful. I figured the neighborhood could probably smell it as the breeze took the smoke northward. I stayed outside until the wood was mere embers.

I have favorite smells. One of my favorites is the smell of wood charcoal burning. That is the smell I remember the most from Ghana. The Ghanaians cooked outside over small fires of wood charcoal. It was the first smell of the morning and the last of the evening. Before I bought my gas grill, I had a charcoal grill. I always used wood charcoal instead of the briquets just for the aroma. The Christmas tree is my next favorite. During the Christmas season I love getting down the stairs to the living room in the morning because I get to smell the wonderful pine of the tree which permeates the whole downstairs. My long ago favorite smell was the leaves during the fall. On Saturdays, the lawns were raked and the leaves piled in the road next to the sidewalks. There were piles up and down the street each guarded by a rake wielding father from the neighborhood. The smoke from those piles wafted in the air all blown in the same direction by the wind.

Fresh bread, coffee brewing and turkey baking are some of the best kitchen smells. I remember Gracie and the cat used to sit in front of the oven when the turkey was baking. They had high hopes because they knew I’d give each of them pieces of turkey every time I had some myself.

My den now has a bit of a dog smell from Henry. That never happened with any of my other dogs. I’ve bought a cleaner for the couch, but I haven’t yet gotten enough energy to clean the couch cushions. Remember, my laundry sat in the hall for days.

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4 Comments on ““You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Cold and rainy here today, right now it is below 50F and the rain is pouring down. I don’t mind as long as winter doesn’t start until December 🙂 🙂

    I do like the small from pines a hot summer day (or when someone has cut them down) and anything with cinnamon or cardamom smells wonderful 🙂 The smell from the ocean is one thing I really miss living here so that’s a favorite too. Orvar and Hector actually smelled really nice when they were wet, they didn’t smell wet dog at all but something towards musk and it really filled the cottage rainy autumns.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      It was 86˚ when I did my errands. By the time I got home, the sweat was dripping down my face.

      I also like the smell of newly cut wood and newly cut grass. On really foggy mornings I can smell the ocean here, and it isn’t even that close. My boxers never smelled like dog. Henry doesn’t but my couch does.

      Have a great day!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    How coincidental. I took the dogs for their noon day stroll up past the church. There was a lot of activity there this morning so I avoided it at that time. Turns out they were resurfacing the parking lot and the air nearby was redolent with the smell of creosote, one of my favorite smells from childhood. I loved to sniff freshly creosoted telephone poles. I have no idea why as it’s not a particularly pleasant scent but perhaps the combination of creosote and wood was the thing.
    Other favorite smells: the smell of rain after a dry spell, the smell of black walnut leaves and husks, the smell of fallen spruce needles on a hot summer day, freshly cut timothy hay and grass, the smell of paper wasp nests, dust, and warm wood in the garage attic, my dogs ears (not their breath, though, pew). I guess I have a lot of favorite smells. 😀

    It’s hot up here but I haven’t turned on the AC.Yet.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I never minded the smell of creosote, but it isn’t among my favorites. I do love cut wood and freshly mown grass. I love it when the rain is coming, when you can smell it in the air. I also like the smell of the air when the first drops fall.

      I loved the smell of the lush greenery in Ghana. The markets were filled with all sorts of smells depending on where I was, whether it was the chickens, the charcoal, the vegetables or the livestock.

      My AC is blasting. The seat was rolling down my face when I did my errands. I was so happy to get back inside the house when I was done.

      Have a great day!

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