The Northwoods in winter isn't aromatic. A blanket of snow covers the land. The cold inhibits fragrance production. The drier air slows down odor molecule movement. Maybe that's why in spring I love that my sense of smell has something to do. I momentarily stopped by the wild plum copse tonight to breath in their awesome scent. (Brother Phil said he'd done the same thing the day before.) A weather front brought in hazy smoke last night. The world smelled like a wood burning fireplace. It was wonderful (though not the idea of the Canadian wildfires that created it.) The lilacs in the lawn are just starting to bloom - soon I'll be waxing eloquent about their beautiful bouquet. Of course, can the perfume of liquid manure being spread on the fields be far behind? (ha)
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