This evening, as the sun began to set and the cool winds replaced the GORGEOUS warm breezes of the afternoon, Drew and I hopped on our bikes for a quick ride around the largest loop of our neighborhood streets, or what we affectionately call "The Big Block".
I don't know why it dawned on me to do this. But as we circled and pedaled the streets, I began to make a mental note of the fragrances I smelled along the way.
A barbecue grill. Either steaks or chicken, I couldn't be sure.
Then the distinct and heavy fragrance of a magnolia blossom.
I'm no gardener, but the next few scents were from various blooms and bushes.
As we made our way around the bend, I detected the unmistakable smell of dryer sheets.
Ah, and another family had just begun to fire up the grill - the smell of charcoal lingered in the air.
Not every smell was pleasant - I got a few whiffs of car exhaust and garbage.
But this sensory exercise really made me stop and think tonight about how much goes on around me. And how much I usually miss.
There were no roses along our route tonight, but the fragrance was just as sweet as if there had been.
I think I need to get my other senses in on the action. Perhaps tomorrow, I'll try listening on for size.
Wanna play? I'd love to know if you've had a chance to stop and smell the roses lately, too!