Smells so sweet.

There are two smells that I really love. One happens in the fall when the weather first drops low during the night. It’s that first time when you turn on your electric heat. I don’t know how to explain it really, but it’s a warm, musty smell that reminds you to find your sweatshirts and thick socks.
The other smell that I love happened Wednesday at school. I was teaching away when we heard the mowers start up outside. And then that smell of freshly cut grass came wafting through the windows. I realize that for people with allergies, this is a terrible thing that starts eyes watering and noses running. But for me it is glorious.
There are about a hundred other smells that I love. A friend of mine likes to make lists of things. I should make a list of smells and the memories they provide, except that I’m a little too wordy for lists. I would end up with 100 small paragraphs instead. So I’ll just leave with these two.
Oh, and Dove soap. Granny’s old bathroom always smelled like Dove soap. The new one hasn’t been around long enough for that smell to seep into the walls like the one in her old house. To this day, I only buy the pink Dove bar to remind me of that smell.