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| Daphne with its morning drink |
It's been over two months, now. This morning before dawn, before being even slightly awake, I could smell it through the open bedroom window. Moisture on parched earth--the finest of perfumes!
On a fragrance wheel, perhaps it was between "fresh" and "woody." An artist of the trade would talk of head notes, heart notes and base notes.
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| Fresh rain: fragrance that can't be bottled |
No rain for more than two months makes rainy Portland a very dry place. The Things I get to do today are all now soothed with the balm of this heavenly substance. The fully-ablaze zinnias are shining wet. Leaves that have felt only hose water for a very long time are refreshed and serene with real water. They and I say the fragrance is a blend of "heart" and "heaven."
My granddaughter and I were caught in a heavy rain as we drove home. "Just smell that rain," I said. "It's just water, it doesn't smell." I opened the windows wide and dared her not to smell clean, wet air. Now she knows.
ReplyDeleteA-a-ah. Delighted that she found awareness under your guidance. Blessings to you both for abundant parfum de rain.
DeleteI am glad you had some long awaited rain. I do love that smell.
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