Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
To bring or recall to the conscious mind.
I’ve slowly and almost completely lost my sense of smell. Too many sinus infections, nasal sprays, antibiotics, I guess. So for me, it has to be the memory of aromas that I loved. Those memories are evocative, and almost always in a positive way.
For instance, it’s raining right now. When I was a little girl in Minneapolis, I loved the smell of rain on the hot concrete of the street and the sidewalks in the summer. It was unique, a smell I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed since then in exactly the same way.
I also loved the smell of rain when we lived in a southern Minnesota farm town when I was in high school. The rich, earthy smell of the fields was intensified by the rain, which was always a welcome reprieve from the humid heat of August.
Winter rain was a new experience for me in both Portland, Oregon when we moved there from Minnesota, and again here in southeastern Pennsylvania. I’ll never forget that it rained on Christmas Day the first year we were here, in 1974. I couldn’t believe it. I had grown up in White Christmas Land, and rain was just not okay.
Other smells I’ve loved and now miss: bread baking, roasting turkey, ham, or beef; freshly-cut grass; expensive perfume; roses; baby powder and shampoo; sheets brought fresh from the clothesline and put on the bed. Coffee. So many other things.
I can still smell some things if I get them close enough to my nose. Lavender, for one. I love that smell. My daughter keeps me supplied with lavender hand soap and goat milk soap. I know a lot of people thinks it’s an old-fashioned smell, but then so many of the things I’ve listed are also old-fashioned, I guess.
The memories all these things evoke are warm, wonderful, and welcome. I miss my sense of smell.