Smells like that to me are, well, memorable.
Living on a farm, I think I've smelled
the full bouquet that has come out of a
cow, sheep, chicken's bum that I care to admit.
Apart from that... I woke up yesterday morning,
walked out to the deck, smelled the air
and immediately was transported back
to the days at the farm in the summertime
after my dad finished cutting the alfalfa.
It's this green, warm, sweet, lime and clover smell.
It's as though you want to be turned into a cow
to be able to eat it. It is also a smell of
walking without a time limit with long strides;
warm sun filling your body to the tips
of your toes; working on the earth's schedule
in which the time clock is your own eternal clock;
and a feeling of peace which comes at the peak
of complete and total chaos that everything will fall into place.
That peace is the same after
smelling my son's hair after lunch,
my daughter's neck when she
gives me a hug after her bath,
and my husband in the morning.
