We drove to church this morning only to figure out it had started an hour earlier. I was not about to show up for the end of church, so we just kept on driving. George and I thought we would just take back roads home. See the country side.
Along the way I smelled my absolute favorite scent of summer: alfalfa in bloom, right before it needs to be cut. A sweet fragrant smell you get for only one season. I have always loved it. It made me think of other senses and smells that come only with summer.
Walking in the evening with my dogs and the whiff of someone grilling outside. It evokes the thought of that same someone cooking for their family, but making it a little more special by doing it outside.
The smell of sheets or towels that have dried in the sun and breeze. The fabric smells of the sun.
The smell of rain right before the storm hits. It is almost startling. The feeling something different is coming. Something that will wash things clean.
Hearing the laughter of children after the sun has gone down and they are still out playing. Curfew has been extended because even the parents don't want to go in yet or spoil the moment.
Having the windows opened at night and hearing the train cars being moved in for the upcoming harvest.
How many come to mind for you?
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