A lovely grassy smell from the awakening green hills (which will soon, drying, give me hayfever).
The smell of the horses in the pastures near our house.
The smell of green chili and pork, made yesterday in my slow cooker and reheated. The smell of Santa Fe, roasting green chilis in the fall displaced in time and season.
The smell of spiced rum, reminding me of Key West, New Orleans, Mallorca. And, having just seen Jane Eyre, Mr. Rochester’s mad Jamaican wife.
Smells bring distant times and places near, evoke the foreign and familiar, things missed and well loved. Things present and essential to my well-being.
image: Roadside grasses on a very wet day, David Baird
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