After several hours of steady but gentle rain late summer rain, this is how my deck garden smells. I wish it were possible to save this bouquet until some cold and gray March day. As wonderful as the experience is now, I can only imagine the ecstasy of savoring the fragrance and memory by wrapping it myself in like a favorite blanket while listening to winter winds howl.
*Some might say that green is not a smell but I do disagree. It is the smell of winter wheat fields in the early spring and freshly cut grass. It is the smell of leaves after a summer thunderstorm. It is the smell of fresh peas and just picked picked string beans. For me it is one of the fundamental smells of life.