The Boy Scout brought the two wreaths over the weekend. Even though I normally don’t do any decorating before Thanksgiving, it seemed silly to just lay them on a table for a few days, so I hung them up. One on the outer front door and one on the back porch inner door.
Then yesterday morning, I spent a few hours picking up, cleaning up, arranging – it had been a while and the downstairs was looking ragged. Our kitchen trashcan is actually on the back porch (thanks to a string of too-smart Irish setters) so I was opening and shutting the door onto the back porch repeatedly – each time I was greeted with a waft of evergreen. It gave me a wonderful feeling every time. My family always did live trees for the holidays. A couple of years ago I flirted with the idea of an artificial tree and decided against it because I thought I would miss the evergreen smell.
I have other favorite smells. Two of them are hard for me to admit; as a vegetarian for almost 50 years, it seems somehow wrong that bacon and tuna are high on my list. They bring back pleasant memories from when I was younger, not from the taste of these things but the experiences surrounding them. Of course, warm bread smell is hard to beat as well. Wasband and I once ate an entire loaf in two hours – the first loaf out of our new bread machine. And chocolate chip cookies.
Any evocative smells for you?