Six months past the Polar Vortex and a winter season spent, literally, under a blanket, I have a new found love for summer. The balmy breezes coming through the window screen, heavy with the fragrance of everything alive: sweet grass and milkweed blossoms, pungent boxwood, locust trees in bloom. With a little humidity making that …
Fragrance of Summer
Summer: Commence!
Cut-off jeans! How I’ve missed you! Sock-less feet in Crocs… (…don’t hate, wearing your flip-flops.) Sweaty bottle at my elbow: Summer! Cut grass, boxwood & peonies — Bicycle tires — Sealer on a hot driveway — Charcoal burning under your burgers: These are fragrances of… Summer! Blockbuster superhero movie in a chilly theater. Waiting in …
