You see? I didn’t find a better word than smell after my first My Week In post, so I’ve decided to embrace it. Smells are marvellous after all: our smell memory is so much stronger than anything else, and the merest whiff of something can send us spinning down through the years to our grandmother’s house or back to last year and that holiday beach or even just to the beginning of this year. I love smells, so the word stays.
Anyway, this was my week in 7 smells:
Strawberries from the farm shop, so ripe that I could smell them from the boot of the car as I drove home
The acidic tang of pickling vegetables: courgettes, cucumber, beetroot, runner beans. We have been pickling everything the allotment has to offer and it was this smell that sent me cascading down through the years to my Nan’s house.
Clean bedding, fresh from the washing line in the brief gap between rain storms.
Rain! That beautiful, earthy, fresh smell of petrichor that the ground releases when rain hits heat-burden grass, bricks and stones.
The oat, honey and lavender bath milk I’ve created for myself in an effort to create a sustainable bathing product that doesn’t aggravate my eczema prone skin.
Fresh bread, toasted and topped with a very nice sheep’s cheese.
That curve between my boyfriend’s shoulder and neck.