The Smell of Air

Do you ever catch a hint of something in the air?  Something that just takes you back to good times?  In the fall it may be a hayride, the scent of changing leaves or the smell of apple butter cooking over a large fire.  The winter brings the smell of fresh cut evergreen trees and hot chocolate after sledding.  Spring is a mixture of the smell of rain, fresh earth and the bloom of new flowers and lilac trees.  Summer is my favorite...the smell of barbecue, campfires and the faint hint of Coopertone left on the kids' skin after a day at the beach.

And then there is the smell of.....air.  Just plain air.  When I was young and growing up on the farm, usually if  you smelled 'air' it was someone spreading cow manure.  Well, the kind of air I am talking about is much sweeter, much fresher.  Much more pure.  The hint of the world around you being alive.  Take today for example.  Maya and Riley thought it was perfectly acceptable to wake up at 6:01 on a Sunday morning.  Ok, that is never acceptable on any morning!!  The day got off to a rough start, a few meltdowns, a time-out.  I promised them an early lunch and then an extended play outside before Teagan was due for a nap.  Well....after a lot of good, fresh air, I decided it was the perfect day for all the girls to nap after being up so early and so worn out.  Tucking them into bed I could smell it.  Smell it in their hair.  The smell of air.  The smell of the breeze, rolling in the grass and picking dandelions and swinging on the swing.  The smell of not having a care in the world. 

I love the smell of air!!