My Little Cabin in the Woods has been the topic of several postings. Today’s entry is another one in that series. My topic of interest is the memories or experiences detected by my sense of smell.
While living in the woods one is exposed to, or graced by a multitude of fragrances. Some of them are natural to the area and some are not. Some are pleasant and some are not.
On the natural and pleasant side is the strong scent emanating from the towering pines that surround me, the spell of moist earth, the perfumed fragrance of the abundant flowers and the fresh aroma of the forest just after a rainfall. Staying yet in the pleasing category I would also add the enjoyable experience of wood burning in a campfire as well as the fragrance of cooking food.
When thinking of those experiences that would be unpleasant I could only think of two. The scent emitted by a skunk and the undesired, nose pinching odor of sewage being pumped from my Little Cabin in the Woods. Both of them I would much rather avoid.
Whether pleasant or undesired, smells are everywhere. The way in which we react to them is different for each one of us.. Even though there are some things I would rather not experience I am grateful that my sense of smell is intact. My life is much richer because of it.
We all have dreams. I don’t mean the kind we experience while sleeping. No, I’m referring to the lists we make whether in our minds or recorded on paper. One of the dreams my husband and I have shared for the past thirty plus years is the opportunity to own a small getaway. The vision I’ve always had is a tiny cabin in the woods surrounded by acres of wild flowers. On the large wrap-around porch are oodles of comfortable chairs. Some of them are stationary while others can rock. Also on that porch is a swing suspended from the ceiling. This swing is home to piles of soft, cushie pillows just waiting to be snuggled.
Recently we were able to acquire a modified version of my dream. The cabin is not permanent since it sits on wheels. But it is in the woods. It doesn’t have a porch but it does have a wooden deck. There are chairs on my deck but no rocking chairs or pillows. Sparsely scattered about are a few wild flowers. My cabin, if you haven’t guessed is a trailer parked on a seasonal campsite. Even though it’s a trailer I still prefer to refer to it as my cottage or cabin. It’s as close as I will ever come to the real thing.
This new cottage is my chance to escape from the hustle and bustle of city life as well as a quiet place to sew, knit, read or whatever else suits my fancy. My only companion is my sweet Sadie. Just me and Sadie chill-in in the woods.