Today I was thinking of certain things I like to smell. What brought this to mind was when a neighbor told me his native azaleas (honeysuckles) were beginning to bloom and immediately I remembered the sweet smell of those honeysuckles that grew in the woods when I was growing up on the farm. In the spring we would gather some and bring inside and the house smelled so good. Soon after the honeysuckles bloomed, we would go back to the woods and get limbs of wild sweet shrubs with the tiny little 
brown flowers that smelled almost as good as the honeysuckles. We would wrap one of the little sweet shrub pods in the corner of a handerchief and tie it and then put it in our pocket and take it out during the day to smell the sweet scent.
There were also wild honeysuckles vines that grew along the fences. I can remember coming home from church revival meetings in the summer, riding on the back of our daddy's big truck, and the heavy damp evening air would smell so good as we passed the honeysuckle vines on the way home.
I think my favorite "smell" is when I put fresh linens on the bed and turn back the covers at night and I am greeted with the smell and feel of the fresh linens. I miss my outdoor clothes line at the farm where I would dry bed linens and they would flap in the breeze and feel so good when I put them back on the bed.
I love the aroma of pies and cakes baking, especially if they have spices in them. Nothing can beat the taste of good gingerbread. I even like to smell onions and green peppers cooking, and bacon.
Years ago I remember opening up the new Sears catalog, and how the new pages smelled. And I remember how new leather shoes smelled when you took them out of the box. I am having difficulty smelling things during the heavy pollen season since my sinus passages are clogged.
Some of the sounds I like are trains in the background. When we lived in Minnesota, the sound of the Burlington Northern train coming around a curve back of our house, blowing the whistle at the crossing at the end of our street. I especially loved this sound when it was snowing and blizzard weather. I felt that everything was going to be ok if the train was still able to get through all that bad weather! I love the sound of farm animals late in the afternoon and early in the morning. We never needed an alarm clock since the roosters started crowing at daylight. I love the mourning dove calls and the whipp-o-will calls. And the sounds of little biddies (baby chicks) when they arrived in big boxes in the spring. The mailman delivered them and we placed them in the brooder until they were large enough to be outside.
And perhaps most of all, I love soft pretty music.
My favorite time of the day is late in the afternoon when the sun is sinking and the air becomes hazy or in the winter observing the purple and orange sky in the west. Sometimes I say to myself, another day has come and gone and let us rejoice that all's well with us.
Driving up a hill and getting to the top and looking out over valleys is another sight I enjoy. I have this feeling every time I come into Elba from the east and come down the steep hill into town. You can see the little town nestled at the bottom of the hill along Pea River. The church steeple and clock on the court house tower welcome you to our sleepy little town.
I like the sight of new crops coming up in the fields in the spring, remembering how excited my dad would be when his peanuts, cotton and corn would push up out of the dirt every spring.
I'll probably think of more to add later. I hope my sinus problems clear up before our roses start blooming. I would hate to miss that sweet smell.
brown flowers that smelled almost as good as the honeysuckles. We would wrap one of the little sweet shrub pods in the corner of a handerchief and tie it and then put it in our pocket and take it out during the day to smell the sweet scent.There were also wild honeysuckles vines that grew along the fences. I can remember coming home from church revival meetings in the summer, riding on the back of our daddy's big truck, and the heavy damp evening air would smell so good as we passed the honeysuckle vines on the way home.
I think my favorite "smell" is when I put fresh linens on the bed and turn back the covers at night and I am greeted with the smell and feel of the fresh linens. I miss my outdoor clothes line at the farm where I would dry bed linens and they would flap in the breeze and feel so good when I put them back on the bed.I love the aroma of pies and cakes baking, especially if they have spices in them. Nothing can beat the taste of good gingerbread. I even like to smell onions and green peppers cooking, and bacon.
Years ago I remember opening up the new Sears catalog, and how the new pages smelled. And I remember how new leather shoes smelled when you took them out of the box. I am having difficulty smelling things during the heavy pollen season since my sinus passages are clogged.
Some of the sounds I like are trains in the background. When we lived in Minnesota, the sound of the Burlington Northern train coming around a curve back of our house, blowing the whistle at the crossing at the end of our street. I especially loved this sound when it was snowing and blizzard weather. I felt that everything was going to be ok if the train was still able to get through all that bad weather! I love the sound of farm animals late in the afternoon and early in the morning. We never needed an alarm clock since the roosters started crowing at daylight. I love the mourning dove calls and the whipp-o-will calls. And the sounds of little biddies (baby chicks) when they arrived in big boxes in the spring. The mailman delivered them and we placed them in the brooder until they were large enough to be outside.
And perhaps most of all, I love soft pretty music.
My favorite time of the day is late in the afternoon when the sun is sinking and the air becomes hazy or in the winter observing the purple and orange sky in the west. Sometimes I say to myself, another day has come and gone and let us rejoice that all's well with us.
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| Elba Town Square and Court House |
Driving up a hill and getting to the top and looking out over valleys is another sight I enjoy. I have this feeling every time I come into Elba from the east and come down the steep hill into town. You can see the little town nestled at the bottom of the hill along Pea River. The church steeple and clock on the court house tower welcome you to our sleepy little town.
I like the sight of new crops coming up in the fields in the spring, remembering how excited my dad would be when his peanuts, cotton and corn would push up out of the dirt every spring.
I'll probably think of more to add later. I hope my sinus problems clear up before our roses start blooming. I would hate to miss that sweet smell.
