Nature Reflections 1.0 (Scents)

Opening up the senses in the country — it could also be the city — means to go outside, into the weather, the air.  Lewis and Clark saw antelope rub their heads on sagebrush to perfume themselves.  I camped one night on the Zuni reservation and a light rain fell that exploded the smell of sage around me.  Today the dominant scent is dust, stirred by shredding broomweed that has a pungent, woody quality when cut.  From time to time, however, the broomweed receded as I shredded wild thyme, rising  up in sweet waves to greet me, please me, offering a odor that buffered dust and wood.

In the distance, I see thunderclouds and rain shafts, and coming on the cool breeze is the smell of rain sprinkling the ground, turning dust to loam, a nursery for wild thyme.  Dominant not is dust anymore.   A revolution of the senses always comes with rain.

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Notes:

My cousin, Sam Gray, whose mother (Myvan Morris Gray) was my great aunt on my maternal grandmother’s side, wrote on facebook that there was word describing the smell of rain:

petrichor — a pleasant, distinctive smell frequently accompanying the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather in certain regions.  Also, an oily liquid mixture of organic compounds which collects in the ground and is believed to be responsible for this smell (Oxford English Dictionary).

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6 responses to “Nature Reflections 1.0 (Scents)

  1. What a gorgeous sky. We don’t get those in San Diego. I miss those skies, the thunder storms, and the stars at night.

    • Your place in Arroyo Seco, northern New Mexico, has the most beautiful skies imaginable. Here in west Texas we have some, but not as many. I know how you miss these things.

  2. A revolution of the senses, I love that. It’s so, so true. We love the sensual changes that take place right before a rain. Do you have a monsoon season?

    • No, we don’t unfortunately. New Mexico does and we try to be up there when it happens. This year, I was premature, but the temps up in the mountains (8,500 ft.) were in the lower 40s.

      Thank you for responding to my blog.

  3. “A revolution of the senses always comes with rain.” That is one fine sentence. So true.

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