Scents are so evocative, aren't they? Lilies of the valley remind me of being a child unable to sleep, diesel makes me think of boating holidays on the canals of northern England, warm bread makes me think of Dad baking rolls when I was little, walking past a mixed farm in spring makes me think of late nights in the lambing shed.
I have tons of fond scent remembrances in my basket! I frequently take walks on my lunch break and the path is teaming with a different variety of trees and wild plants. On one particularly warm-ish day after it had rained, I noticed buds and little sprigs of flowers beginning to form. I stopped on the path, took a deep breath in, and was greeted with the familiar scent from my childhood of warm woods. As a child, I played in our woods across from our house — it was my expansive playground! Every season brought a unique scent that is inside of me forever!
Mary, your beautifully written piece today brought me right back to the scent of crayons and the children I have taught over the years picking through the cans of crayons I always had in our classroom. The cans were filled with so many wonderful colors and the delightful look on the face of a child when the “perfect” color was found was such joy. And, the creations made with crayons 🖍️ and tiny hands were precious. Thank-you for starting my Monday in such nostalgia ❤️.
Scents are so evocative, aren't they? Lilies of the valley remind me of being a child unable to sleep, diesel makes me think of boating holidays on the canals of northern England, warm bread makes me think of Dad baking rolls when I was little, walking past a mixed farm in spring makes me think of late nights in the lambing shed.
Sending love and strength to you, Mary. 😘
Rebecca, I just love your connection with scents and the images/memories connected with them. Your "Love and Strength" is received! Thank you.
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I have tons of fond scent remembrances in my basket! I frequently take walks on my lunch break and the path is teaming with a different variety of trees and wild plants. On one particularly warm-ish day after it had rained, I noticed buds and little sprigs of flowers beginning to form. I stopped on the path, took a deep breath in, and was greeted with the familiar scent from my childhood of warm woods. As a child, I played in our woods across from our house — it was my expansive playground! Every season brought a unique scent that is inside of me forever!
Oh, how I often wish we could go back to those days of the past. And you're right - scent is absolutely the most powerful way to revive them.
Wendy, thank you. Yes, traveling back on a scent and memory.
I am taking many scents with me when we move next week - for that very reason.
Mary, your beautifully written piece today brought me right back to the scent of crayons and the children I have taught over the years picking through the cans of crayons I always had in our classroom. The cans were filled with so many wonderful colors and the delightful look on the face of a child when the “perfect” color was found was such joy. And, the creations made with crayons 🖍️ and tiny hands were precious. Thank-you for starting my Monday in such nostalgia ❤️.