Scents of summer: a cool breeze alive with freshness, drifting through an open window at sunrise… a whiff of lavender when I flip my pillow to the cool side… a hint of newly blooming lilacs wafting in on the breeze… and brewed coffee—is there a more tempting aroma in the early morn?
Then there’s the newly cut grass, don’t you love that one? And chocolate chip cookies cooling on a rack? How about the heady scent of wild roses dancing on the wind, or burgers sizzling on a grill?
I love the smell of watermelon spread out on a picnic platter, and freshly picked strawberries. Oh, and the scent of the jam making process—that’s one that lingers for days.
The list goes on. I’m sure you have a few favorites of your own, maybe the scent of home… or a favorite perfume… a sun-kissed child snuggled in your arms.
There are other scents too… the scent of sorrow, of copious tears, and the wilting rose on a loved one’s grave—not just summer scents, of course. Grief and loss are season-less and yes, they carry undeniable scents of their own. I want to embrace them too with compassion and empathy on this approaching day of remembrance.