On my morning walk that I do most mornings, my usual dodging unmentionable entities that have found new homes on the path, and avoiding pieces of concrete pathway that so rudely jump out in front of me.
I was over come by this strangely addictive aroma, not a sweet smell of flowers or a womans perfume, and not that horrid and slightly amnesia like smells that happens when one of those unmentionables I spoke of earlier, escapes from it's bodily jail and takes up lodgings in the most inconvenient places.
This was an aroma of the fireplace, wood burning in the hath on a cold Winter morning, that warm feeling of home.
As the aroma of fireplace jumped out of the chimney off the roof and straight up my left nostril, vivid images of my childhood suddenly flooded back.
Waking up early on the farm, the Kettle whistling on the Coal Range, toasting Marshmallows on the open fire, burning the carpet around the fireplace, burning myself around the fireplace, ah what fun those days were....
Isn't fire fascinating to a child the flicker of the flame, Enchanting, Magical, Dangerous!
It is amazing how an aroma can trigger so many memories from th passed....
RJT.
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1 comment:
That's a wonderful memory to have. I guess it's your element speaking to you. :-)
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