So – when I saw “Smells” for Day 3, I thought, “Okay. This is weird.” But then – on my way home last night, someone in town was burning wood to heat their home….and the smell of smoke from a wood burning stove took me back 35 years in an instant.
You see – whenever I smell “wood smoke” in the cold air, my memory immediately goes back to playing in the snow in my grandparents’ front yard and smelling the smoke from their chimney when Grandpa would load the wood stove in the basement. Whenever I smell that type of smoke, I feel just like that little girl again – all bundled up in her snow gear, carefree and happy.
So very thankful for those memories – and the special scents that can take me back in time.
The Forty Years 