Maybe it's just me, but I can smell when fall is coming. It has a very distinct smell.
Not in the same way that I can smell a group of sweaty teenage boys emerging from the basement after a long session of jamming on their drums and guitars. Or a stinky dog after he's rolled in some exotic "doggie perfume" in the yard. Yes, those things have very distinct smells too and believe me, I have had the opportunity to experience those on occasion. But those are not good smells.
Nope. Not good at all.
The smell I'm talking about is that sweet smell in the air that says fall is on its' way. That summer is fading. The air is changing. The leaves are going to start falling. And all I want to do is sit outside and absorb it all because I love that smell. I can't even describe it, but I know it the minute my nose detects it.
And if I HAD to describe it, I would say that it smells like leaves, and campfires, and crops being harvested. And it reminds me of so many good times.....
... like seeing my kids with only their heads poking out of a huge pile of leaves, and the first time that they realize that it isn't a soft landing when you jump into that huge pile....
... and meeting my husband, Tom, knowing instantly that I was going to marry him. We met in the summer of 1985 and got married in October of 1986.... .... all those camping trips with the kids, hiking through the woods, and staying up late by the campfire....
They are all good. Good smells. Good memories. Good times.
Now, about that smelly dog? Well, that's not so good.
I'll take the smell of fall over that, any day!
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