Happy 2nd day of Autumn/Fall to ya! (lol…couldn’t resist!)

I got to thinking about a comment Georgiann left on the PREVIOUS POST about “smelling” versus “feeling” crispness. I am almost positive I “smell” crispness, yet, she is absolutely right that I should probably “feel” it instead…hmmm…..
That’s when I realized I “smell”.
(ha! I had a moment where I thought, “I should just end the post right there and come back in a few days to 0 subscribers and 0 followers!” lol! Reign her back in, Amy!)
Not too long ago, I handed my 3 year old son a pair of fresh unnies for the day and before putting them on, he proceeded to smell them! I about laughed myself silly before realizing he just did EXACTLY what I do whenever I am trying to decide if something is clean or dirty.
Years ago, my oldest daughter came sniffing her way into the kitchen asking, “Who just opened a can of soda?” I was shocked until I realized it is not uncommon for me to sniff my way through the house (especially when pregnant!) trying to find something I am smelling, be it good or bad.
In fact, most of my memories have smells attached to them.
Everything from a certain lotion that reminds me of morning sickness to the hot tar and concession food smells that remind me of the State Fair to the smell of cool, crisp Friday night football games that bring me back to my high school years…EVERYTHING has a smell associated with it.
Even though some smells bring back painful or just icky memories (I have actually gotten up and moved away from a place where I could smell that morning sickness…I mean that lotion I’m not particularly fond of), I kind of like the fact that my life is smelly!
So, Georgiann, you are right…I don’t actually “smell” crispness, but what I do smell reminds me of the “feel” of crispness. It really is a beautiful thing how our senses work together to create an entire mental picture and invoke such strong emotions!