High Temperature: 93F Low Temperature: 69F Sunrise:6:54 am Sunset: 8:01 pm Humidity: 39% Wind: e 5 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
The smell of woodsmoke has been drifting in and out of the day, evoking all kinds of memories: an early fall morning at a state park in Ohio, dad making scrambled eggs and bacon in a large griddle set over a grill blackened by years of fires and the elements. Tall trees, leaves crunching underfoot, mosquitoes, paper plates, corduroy pants and a puffy green jacket. And: winter evenings in front of the gigantic brick fireplace in the living room of my childhood home, the smoke occasionally missing the chimney and puffing into the house, pushed down by a brisk wind outside; my nose in a book and our dog, Violet, curled up against my legs.
Hard to jibe those cool weather memories with the heat of this season - but that is the nature of smells, odors, and their associations. For a few seconds I reveled in the cool crispness of falls and winters past, even as the thermometer pulsed upward in the here and now.