I am constantly reminded of things in my life by smells. The smell of a fresh summer day, the wind rustling through the trees and bringing with it the smell of flowers, outside. It makes me think of the summers I spent with my grandparents, on the farm in upstate New York,listening to the wind in the trees and laying on the ground to watch big puffy clouds rolls by. It smells the same to me here… I’m sure it’s the rural farmland around me,the smell of cows and fields and farms. I’m sure it’s the clucking of my chickens in the backyard.
I miss those days at the farm back east. The ease, the simplicity of it all. But I’m trying to instill a little of that in my kiddo. The joy of laying in the grass, looking up at the sky, the clouds that are shaped like animals, and the smells of outdoors. I want him to understand that not everything has to be on the tv, or computer, on the radio or have four wheels and an engine. Sometimes it’s nice to just sit and watch and smell the smells and make memories that will come back to you when you walk outside one day, thirty years from now.
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This was another installment of Stream of Consciousness Sunday, hosted by All.Things.Fadra
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