My nose was more in tune with my surroundings today, probably as a precursor to the allergies I can see waiting in the wings.
In my kitchen, there are banana peels in the trash can. I love bananas, but only while I’m eating them. I don’t want to smell them before or after and heaven help the person who brings a banana into my car. I’ve got two days’ worth of coffee grounds in the trash, too, but they seem to be losing the odor battle.
Also in the kitchen, in the early afternoon, there’s occasionally the smell of tuna. It’s awful. John has been making tuna salad for lunch nearly every day, and I know he rinses out the can even before he eats, but I think some days the tuna water doesn’t make it all the way down the drain right away. Ugh.
In yoga today, the woman next to me was wearing a light perfume. It was vaguely flowery, but still very much a perfume, and it was too much for an hour supposed to be spent in deep breathing.
The great outdoors tried to make it all up to me. It’s spring, trees are blossoming, and people are doing yardwork. The combination of some fragrant flower, newly cut grass, and the gas mower doing the cutting smelled fantastic. I’d buy a candle that smelled like that.