Borrowed Blog Subject

So I'm reading the blogs I enjoy reading, and I come to my friend, Rich's, blog. He and his wife are quite the amazing couple and parents, and I admire them greatly. His blog from yesterday said that he would like his life to smell of bergamot and wheat grass. I began to wonder what I would like my life to smell like. I decided that I would like it to smell of my fella's cologne, as I miss him very much, and don't get to see him often enough. Then, I decided next would be laundry dried on a clothesline in the fresh sunshine. How often do people hang their clothes out in the fresh air anymore? Not often, methinks, and I associate that smell with my childhood, running outside while my mom hung out the laundry. I would hide behind the sheets, thinking she couldn't see me, knowing I would scare her, but it never worked because she could see my shadow in the sheets. She inevitably would scare me every time, and we would have such a laugh. Lastly, I would like to smell the aroma of my mom's cooking again, as her cooking was the best in the world, in my opinion. My children would argue that MY cooking is the best in the world, but then, they never got to taste my mom's cooking. Perhaps when we sit down to that big banquet feast God has promised in eternity, some of my mom's dishes will be there so that I can taste them again, so that my children can know the delight I experienced as a child to eat something she prepared.

Funny how so many memories are tied up in scents, isn't it? How just a slight scent of a familiar perfume or cologne or food can make us think of our childhood, of our mothers, or even of someone we love who is far away. When I smell diesel exhaust in the fall, I'm whisked away to the fall of 1986, to the (then) SMSU campus' band house, when we would load up chartered buses to go to some event out-of-town. The buses would be running, we'd be loading our instruments on them, choking on the exhaust, then having a blast of a road trip. Fun times, I tell you. I forgot what I was like back then, until I started sorting through memories in the last few years, finding myself again.

My mother has been gone 10 years come April 15 this year. Time has flown, and so much has happened. More than likely, on April 15, I will cook something she used to make, just for the purpose of comfort. This summer, I just might hang some sheets outside to dry, just for a glimpse into my childhood. And this weekend, when I see my fella, I will steal the cologne I bought for him and bring it home, just so I can smell the stuff whenever I miss him terribly. Heh!!

What would you like your life to smell like?