I have several routes I walk regularly. When the temperature rises beyond comfortable, I usually take the “shade walk.” However, I opt for it other times too, just to mix up my routine. Along the “shady route” there’s the strangest phenomenon. For the life of me I can’t figure it out. There is a distinct aroma with a clear beginning and end point along the road.
I’ve searched and sniffed high and low thinking it must be a flower, a vine or bush at the source of it. There’s a fence along the section of road of which I speak and I’ve looked over the fence to see if there’s anything behind it. Nope – not a thing of interest.
A neighbor suggested the aroma could be coming from McCormick Spice Company, a few miles up the road. But it isn’t that kind of odor. It’s some kind of sweet perfume of nature. And when we can smell spices being processed at McCormick’s manufacturing plant, it permeates the entire area not one specific spot.
The other day I came to terms with this phenomena. I’ve decided from here on out when that pleasant aroma hits my senses I will not try to understand it. I will take the words of Karolina Kurkova to heart ~
“Simply enjoy life and the great pleasures that come with it.”