May 13, 2003
Oooh Oooh that smell
This time of year there appears to be an incredible smell up here -- and no, I am not talking about the manure trucks. It is the smell of pine and cedar and spring and rain, and all things good and sweet and filled with the beginning of life. And it is everywhere. It really is an incredible smell. And it seems to last for about four to six weeks in the spring.
The only other even remotely comparable smell I have run across is late summer sweetgrass. I once worked on an Indian reservation in north-central South Dakota for about three months, and when my friend Steve and I went fishing at Buffalo Lake, we would walk through acres of beautiful smelling sweetgrass. This smell up here in Vermont is not as perfumey, but I actually like it a little better than South Dakota.
Posted by peter at May 13, 2003 08:21 AMThe smell that gets me is the Sound, the River, the Ocean.
The roots of all must be back in the smell of low tide in Fair Haven, which was probably a mixture of industrial waste, dead fish and miscellaneous pollution. But who knew any better!
I was delivering some stuff to my new place by the Hudson on Sunday, and it was a misty morning. So the river had that beguiling smell which, for me, is hard to explain.
I know that fishing and other nautical stuff have come back in the Hudson.
But what knocked my socks off was a pair of geese paddling up the river with about 10 little fluffy yellow goslings between them.
Wow!
Posted by: mike, pgg's dad at May 14, 2003 05:38 AM