Your sense of smell
I absolutely love to open my door first thing in the morning to the smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee. It makes the impact of the clock reading 5:15 (or 5:30… or 6:30 when I lose track of the snooze button) so much easier.
It’s funny how you can set the tone of a day just by the first smell you experience. The same is true for coming up the stairs from my office to smell something in the oven… it makes me think that the evening has already started without me, and it’s just waiting for me to join in.
When I’m sick, the smell of a cup of Earl Grey brewing (if I can smell it through the stuffiness) is comforting and encouraging.
Of course, there are adverse things that your sense of smell can do to you… sour milk, wet dog, etc., but I guess since we mostly encounter those rather fewer times than the positive ones, it’s the positive ones that stick out.
This ramble has been brought to you by the coffee brewing right now… is there a smell that establishes “good things are about to happen” to you?
I had a lovely smell experience just this morning. Having a longish day and late evening, I came downstairs later than usual. Right away I deduced there was “something afoot in the wind.” There near the bottom of the stairs was Tug, our faithful K9 family member who has lately been allowed a kitchen pillow because of the cold. He smiled and looked sheepishly guilty of high crimes and misdemeanors. I recognized the odor of- well a doggy deposit. None could be seen so I allowed him to escape to the outside. After all it wasn’t his fault I overslept much aware that he cannot open doors, particularly locked ones. To shorten this missive a bit, I eventually found the offending material- lots of it. Realizing his guest status, Tug had made it into the guest bath and delivered much more dog stuff than one would image an animal of his capacity might attain to. So now I am enjoying a warmed over cup of Tim Hortons and breathing the sweet aroma of Armorall Carpet stain remover. Great morning thus far.
I was given a grab bag of odds and sods a few years ago, and opened a jar and it was wonderfully reminiscent and so I had my sisters close their eyes and put the jar in front of their nose, and everyone said the same thing – Gramma N! – It was a jar of Noxema skin cream, which she was disciplined in using.
I’m sure there are lots more.
i love to smell my baby’s breath. it’s so deliciously sweet that i want to go and live inside his mouth! but alas, the more teeth he gets, the closer he gets to having “person breath” as opposed to baby’s breath. sigh….but not in your face.