Smells of summer

Ladies and gentlemen, we are entering what baseball announcers call “the dog days of summer.” And with these hot, humid and generally gross days come memories and stories of summers past.

Now, usually when people are talking about their childhood memories they rely on describing sights and sounds to help their stories along. Things like the clouds and sun in the sky, the colour of the water, the sound of the rain on a tin roof or of laughter on a playground. And while all of those things are fantastic, and I have memories that can be described with those lines as major points. My favourite way to describe the summer is by smell.

I will admit that a lot of what I’m going to describe can be found at a baseball park, but that’s another story for another day.

It starts with the smell of freshly cut grass. It probably helps that I grew up in the country, but the smell of fresh cut grass now makes me almost want to go out and cut a lawn just to experience it first hand.

Next is the smell of a Bar B Que. And it doesn’t have to be fancy. I’m happy just smelling some cheap hot dogs and ground beef hamburgers on the grill. Throw in some good sauce and honey mustard and we are well on our way. But I digress, I’m getting off track. After the grill is on and hot, the grass is cut and the sweet smell is wafting through the air, we move on to even smaller things.

These may be things that regular people aren’t really interested in, or will even know what I’m talking about. But trust me, it’s all part of the perfect fragrance ****tail. The smell of well used leather. And I’m not talking about shoe leather, belt leather, or even Rock Star leather pants. My perfect smell of leather comes from a tanned hide with 4 enlarged fingers and a huge thumb. Throw in some leather lacing, some strategically placed webbing and you have found a well oiled, used, and loved baseball glove. The smell of that mitt when in action is perfection.

There are few minor things to add. Flowers are always a favourite smell. But, the best flower to smell, not cut, and that will carry as a scent through the air is Lilac. They can be pink or purple or white, but really it doesn’t matter. This is about smell not sight, remember. Other small things would include coffee first thing in the morning enjoyed outside. Pair that with the cut grass and you’re on a roll again.

Anywho, those are a few of my favourite smells. The ones that remind me of home no matter where I am. And now I’m curious. What are yours? What smells take you back. They can be summer specific, or just the things that take you to a happy place.

Let me know and we’ll see if we can’t bring it up again sometime.

Cheers,

-Joshua

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Smells of summer