I wrote this post really quickly while making supper tonight. At the time it felt kind of whimsical and inspired. But when I explained that to Marc just now (six hours later) and told him that the subject was “all the things I smelled on the way to the skating rink” it felt decidedly less inspired. However… here it is. You can be the judge.
I wish I could send you all a smell-o-gram. A sneezEmail. Because I can capture the sights and, if I made the effort, even the sounds, but I cannot send the smells of life in rural Manitoba over the internet. As Olivia and I were heading out the door to see Marc and the other kids at the skating rink, I caught the scent of roast coming from our kitchen. Mmm… roast beef. Almost nothing better than that smell. Then, as we walked I got the faint hint of “country life” which somehow always means “poo”. But it was just the faintest smell. As I walked back from the rink later I caught a whiff of what I, in that moment, dubbed “Christmas in the country”, also known as “peppermint and poo”. As I turned the corner from the neighbour’s house I very distinctly smelled the scent of their clothes. Must’ve been laundry day. The smell changed as I got to the next trailer. And then, just for a second, as I approached our place, I thought I smelled permanent marker. Luckily, back inside the trailer it still smelled of glorious roast.
What a great day to be alive in rural Manitoba, enjoying the quiet, smelly moments of life.