My favourite thing about summer is the smell...
Getting up early on a summer morning and breathing the air that no one else has breathed yet, that sweet, damp, gentle air that the birds are thrilled to sing about.
Then, as the hours pass, the awakening of the 'Summer folk' who suddenly feel the need to snip and tidy and cut and coax their gardens into submission.The smell of cut grass and the woody sappy scent of straggly growth ,stripped from the Mother plant.
Late afternoon, the nectar drips from the plants with a sweet, sweet smell that is intoxicating and daring. Linen smells of sunshine as it lazily sways on the line, and on the thermals of air, a hint of the ripening strawberries at the bottom of the garden.
Early evening, a warm stone smell as the patio stores the day's heat.
The lovely tomatoey smell as plants are given their first watering, and the soapy shampoo smell of tired children, just bathed and sunkissed.
Night..and the deep earth smell of rest and damp and hearty warmth, and a building excitement of the promise of another summer day.
And all the time, the smell of memories, of beaches and family and sea and chips and happiness.
Ahh, the smell of summer.
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