a dog’s nose.
the whole dog of course
one of the dearest things in the world to me.
i am guilty as charged. i am a besotted animal lover. ALL animals.
but the dog? well. the dog has a place in my heart like none other.
but this post is not about dogs.
except for their fabulous noses.
they sniff drugs, bodies, bombs, people buried under rubble, people about
to have a seizure, zeke even knew when i was having a t i a. you know . . .
that tiny kind of stroke. they can sniff the air that’s blocks away
and they know who is friend or foe . . .
and they sniff each other! LOL. just for fun and most of all of course
to get acquainted.
it would be wonderful to have their nose abilities. just imagine it.
well. good grief. not the sniffing each other part. i mean the sensitivity.
what i really want to share is something that a fellow blogger friend
and i talked about recently in an email. it was memories of smells.
linda sand. her cool blog is in my friends links. the sand castle.
i call her rv braveheart! she has her own beautiful rig and she is spending
the winter away from her darling husband and the frigid minnesota winter
that he loves but she doesn’t. wow!
talk about a liberated brave and adventurous lady! my admiration knows
no bounds. i just couldn’t do that.
i am challenged on too many levels. LOLOL! i know my weaknesses.
but . . . back to my post.
i get distracted.
we were talking about the wonderful smells that we remembered from
our childhoods that you simply don’t smell anymore.
not in the same good way anyway.
many of ours were the same. see if some of mine you remember too!
and . . .
i only know you by those who comment . . .
i realize some of you peanut readers are too young for the stuff
i talk about. i’m sorry! i try to be as cool as i can. but . . .
ya gotta work with what ya got. and i got mostly old stuff! LOLOL!
here’s a list of my favorites . . . back when there weren’t so many of us
on the planet and the whole world seemed smaller and quieter somehow . . .
the smell of the dime stores when i was a little girl. they had wooden floors.
do you remember ben franklin’s 5 & 10? and woolworth’s?
they had a very certain smell.
wooden floors and a mixture of goods in wooden bins and on wooden
shelves. maybe it was just all that wonderful wood!
or maybe all those things at a child’s nose level seemed magical.
even to this minimalist child! hahahaha.
and speaking of that ~ the lumber yard was a favorite. you can kinda get
that same smell now when you walk into parts of those big handyman stores
like lowe’s and home depot. but it’s just not the same of course.
it somehow always smelled to me of a fresh pine forest.
and to show you how you can smell a beautiful picture even . . .
these next pictures are from elizabeth halt’s blog.
you can find her in my friends links. elizabeth halt.
her photography is simply magic. raindrops and fresh pine . . .
one of my favorite smells in the whole world . . . live pine trees.
a banana split. the chocolate sauce and the whiff of the banana just
before the first spoonful! WOW!
and the smell of those little cone shaped paper cups in silver holders that
they put ice cream in at the drug store.
do you remember real drug store soda fountains?
the ones that had grey and white marble counters that you sat at on stools.
those drug stores had a special smell. we would sit and read the movie
magazines and have milk shakes. ice cold. and you could smell the ice
cream. you just don’t smell it in those baskin robbins and coldstream stores
and . . .
i know it wasn’t good for the air.
and it is mined in danger by very brave men still who have to make
their living that way. i cannot even imagine what they go through.
but as a child . . .
i remember the smell of coal fires in the air. cold mornings in colorado
walking to school smelling the snow and the coal smoke from the chimneys
such a precious childhood smell. and one that seems now to be lost
in the mists of time.
snow. did you know you can literally smell snow? i can! and it’s
i can smell its special quietness.
and when it’s falling . . . well. that’s the best snow smell of all!
when i was a little girl ~ half of my family were yankees!
we would go visit my mother’s people sometimes back in new york.
we would go by train. aunt mabel and uncle penny would pick us up at
jim reed . . . my dad . . . would stay back home and work.
but for mother and the marine and i . . . it was always an adventure.
and i never tired of it.
to this day i roll down my car window when a train passes by . . .
and i’m waiting at the crossroads. i wave to the engineer.
sometimes they even wave back.
the power. the blast of the great horn. pure magic!
we would always arrive at night it seemed.
the smell of diesel and uncle penny’s cigar . . .
pretty heady stuff!
i think nose memories are wonderful.
they’re like little unexpected presents we give ourselves whenever we
smell something that conjures up a memory of long ago.
or even not so long ago. just a special time in our lives.
i have many i didn’t even list ~ puppy fur. kitten breath. baby’s feet.
my gramma’s oatmeal cookies! the smell of a steam iron and freshly
ironed clothes. (that’s a beloved gramma smell to me for sure.)
i hope you live aware of the beautiful smells that can take you back . . .
perhaps to a simpler time.
a time when the rushing and the noise and hectic pace . . . of this life
wasn’t so in-your-face. life is always trying to hurry us by. faster. faster.
i wish for you
those special little moments in time
and the awareness of them . . . whenever . . .
whenever you smell that special thing that makes you smile and remember.
even for just a little bit. it’s the smelly fabric of life itself! LOL.
i wish for you nose happy memories.
every single day.