I'm a big smell guy. I always have been, I guess. Elenka first brought this lure of my olfactory sense to my attention.
"Do you have to smell everything?"
I really never knew I did it, and I don't go out of my way to sample everything. To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure if I do or not. Elenka probably has tabulated a good list. Now, I don't think I'm OCD. It's not a fear, a worry, an apprehension. It provides me with no anxiety or compulsion. I'm not a hoarder, a re-checker or a compulsive washer of my hands. I do admit though that this AM I have smelled my glass of orange juice, cup of coffee, my cat, the inside of my baseball cap and a pillow on the couch. While on a walk to check out a parade of seventeen wild turkeys through the backyard, I did detour to the laundry on the line for a whiff. Ah... Very nice. A couple of days ago, I was cleaning out my workbench drawers. I hosed them out and left them to dry in the sun. When I returned, I just couldn't resist. I drew in a long scent. The pine pounded together many moons ago by my grandfather still smelled strong. Yesterday morning, I didn't even have to travel to the garage or the garden to get my 'fix'. When I walked into the bedroom these curtains were almost out straight with a strong morning breeze. That flow of wind was so aromatic and invigorating! I stretched my arms wide side to side and even my shirt was stirring. For a split second I was on the bow of the Titanic. "I'm the king of the world..."
Ok, I'm back to reality now.
Thanks for allowing me this sensual detour.
the sense of smell reminds of of so many things we thought we forgot! lol at the titanic reference!
ReplyDelete.....and I thought he would have nothing to do when he retired!
ReplyDeleteNothing can top that comment.
DeleteNope, I can't top it either.
DeleteIf I opened the window of my living room, I'd probably smell the asphalt being used to resurface the four-lane divided road about a stone's throw away. Mind you, I've got a lousy pitching arm. :-)
ReplyDeletesmall detour or smell detour?! :)
ReplyDelete(and that road to nowhere is our driveway...)
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DeleteI love following along on one of your colorful detours!
ReplyDeleteThe photograph is a classic; great composition with the open window and lightly blowing curtains. It is lovely.
ReplyDeleteWell then I must be a smell addict also Birdman :) you composed a wonderful image to disclose your smell tendencies :)
ReplyDeleteI like this....
ReplyDeleteA bit like a scene from a film.
It's nice to sit inside in the evening and smell a neighbour's barbeque cooking up something delicious!
ReplyDeleteLaughing here...You & Elenka, I'm remembering Burns & Allen...Anyway, I too am a smell gal...My sense of smell is intense & sometimes it creates trouble, being around mold & perfumes for example...The sense of smell is devalued, I think...
ReplyDeleteMaybe we can get retirement jobs at the airport, sniffing people's baggage...
Enjoy the sensory world, I say...
My sense of smell is rather undeveloped, but my hearing on the other hand is very finely tuned.
ReplyDelete. . . ah, a man who stops to smell the roses . .. . and the curtains . . .and . . .
ReplyDeleteNice detour. Oh and yes the vase in my post is ceramic. Made from the red dirt on the Jemez Pueblo.
ReplyDeleteI think a lot of my memories are brought back by aromas but I doubt that I'm as sensitive to smells as you are.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what happened just now, but you may have a three-letter-jibberish comment from me. Spastic hands and a keyboard. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that your post today touches me as I sit in my studio apartment's living area--I smell Portland, this part of Portland, right through my open windows, and I love it! Maybe we can get together when you're here? 601-951-0648. Hope so. If you think it would work out that you would call, what area code would you call from, please, so that I know it's not some dratted spam phone call which I always ignore. Thanks!
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