Summer is a good season for me. Like many
people, I enjoy the warmth of the days and the long evenings, but for me the
season is good in other ways as well. In summer, I am far more aware of scents
and sounds when I am outside. In winter, the snow muffles sound, and my nose is
often too cold to pick up much scent in the frosty air.
Lyle and I often walk on a particular trail
by the Battle River. Earlier this summer as we were walking, we came across an
area with a proliferation of sage bushes. The scent was cloying and almost
overwhelming but I loved it. For the
next few weeks when we walked, I knew exactly where we were on the trail when
we came to the sage.
This past week or so we have been walking
on a different section of the trail. A new scent has been assailing my senses.
With the passing of the season, the clover in the field has blossomed. The
scent is sweet and distinctive. Again, when we come across it, I know precisely
where I am, how far we have come and how far we have yet to walk.
I am looking forward to the latter part of
the summer when the cranberries will be ready for picking. I can’t see the
little red berries, but I know that I will be able to point out the bushes as
we walk. Ripe cranberries have their own particular scent.
There are many scents associated with
summer. I like the smell of newly cut grass and the fresh scent of approaching
rain. I like being in a campground and smelling the burning wood and aromas
from the various meal preparations. I like walking beside outdoor cafes with
the pungent aroma of newly brewed coffee.
I wouldn’t say that my sense of smell is any better now than when I
could see, but possibly I am more aware and alert to the information it gives
me.
The picture that follows is of a small
section of the growing clover. The tall greenish yellow shoots are almost shoulder
high and there are small purple blossoms in the foreground.
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| Clover in a field |
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