Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Thankful for Petrichor
After a few of the hottest days of the summer, I am immensely happy for some blessed rain . . . and for the wonderful smell (petrichor) it makes as it hits the dry earth.
What a wonderful smell...I miss it along with all of the others that I've lost with time. But I do remember them. With a very deep breath, or maybe lots short ones, I sometimes can still catch a scent of things pleasant. More often garbage type smells remain available. I have a friend who lost her sense of smell many years ago. I'm definitely enjoying the cool!
4 comments:
Great word for a great scent.
New word, which I already forget. lol
The layers in the 2nd photo . . .
What a wonderful smell...I miss it along with all of the others that I've lost with time. But I do remember them. With a very deep breath, or maybe lots short ones, I sometimes can still catch a scent of things pleasant. More often garbage type smells remain available. I have a friend who lost her sense of smell many years ago. I'm definitely enjoying the cool!
Love a new word - thanks - and love that smell!
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