It’s been a quiet old week on the blog; feeling a bit out of sorts and having to deal with everyone else’s ailments has just slowed me down.
I was then given some flowers.
I love the smell fresh flowers in the house.
It doesn’t really matter what the flowers are; I’m as happy with my £1 bunch of Daffs as I am with a gorgeous bunch of Lilies (whenever they’re gifted to me!). The blossom scent hanging in the house makes me happy, then you see the burst of colour where the smell is coming from it only makes me smile.
Sara’s prompt made me think about our sense of smell, and how magical it can be. A smell can act like a time-machine – it can pin-point me with accuracy back to a distant memory that is only unlocked with that particular smell. And it doesn’t have to be a traditionally ‘nice’ smell, either!
Roses have a beautiful, slightly sweeter bouquet which remind me of my first childhood home and the rose bush at the bottom of the garden.
I’m equally as happy with the smell of Dettol. Yup! The faint smell of that fruity antiseptic takes me back to my childhood and in particular a family holiday we had in a caravan in Devon; I don’t know how old I was or remember where in the UK we were, but I remember with distinction the inside of the caravan, the plastic interior and the rectangular table/breakfast bar with rounded corners, my mum cooking in that little kitchen and the fun we had chasing the wild hares in the field that surrounded the caravan.
How can I remember all of that yet struggle to remember what I need to do for next week?!
Similary, a hot day and the smell of full strength petrol conjures up magical moments. That overpowering smell of petrol transports me back to being a child in the 70s. I’m pre-dating the days of unleaded, so the smell was quite pungent! *oops, revealing my age!* My head would be hanging out of the car as Dad filled up the petrol tank; we were usually on a day trip somewhere with a picnic packed & car full of people.
Strangely enough, as I’ve gotton older I think there is something comforting about the smell of bleach. Yes, I know, weird, huh? Maybe it’s a fallout from my Dettol childhood days, but the smell of bleach that hits your gut and works its way back into your nostrils clenches it for me every time!
What are your smell-memories?
Sara says “a piece of writing can convey information, knowledge, emotion; it can take us to places we’ve never been and change our world view. It can make us cry or it can make us laugh. It can challenge our perceptions, our misconceptions. It can teach us” – and I agree.
She ‘prompts’ bloggers with a word and they write what it means to them. Some of the prompts do what Sara set out to do, they make me stop and think.
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