Saturday, July 4, 2020
My week in ...
New series (possibly) of posts where I remind myself of things experienced during the week via my senses. This week, smell.
Smell is a rather unpleasant word, isn't it? But somehow fragrance, perfume, odour don't seem to fit, and I just don't like the word 'scent'.
Never mind, I'll think on, in the meantime, here's my week in assorted smells (really going to think on that word):
Sheets, freshly washed and in from drying outside, on the bed.
Rain hitting hot pavements.
Wild oregano on the allotment, full of flowers and bees.
My cat's fur, warm from a day's sunbathing.
A sandwich of fresh bread stuffed with rocket and halloumi.
Beeswax polish on my favourite piece of furniture.
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