The best smell in the world is puppy’s breath. If you’ve never smelled a puppy’s breath, go to a pet shop now and ask the shop keeper if you can. Do not buy the puppy. You’re obviously not that into dogs.
‘The best smell in the world is…’ is today’s prompt in Clairey Hewitt‘s I’m Blogging Every Day in May! I could think of lots of nice smells, but the more I thought about them, the more I realised that I like them because of what they represent. Like the smell of a freshly brewed coffee, yes I love coffee (a lot), but I also love that Anthony’s in the house mid-morning while he fills a fuel tank or is going past in a truck and we get ten minutes together. He chases Maeve up and down the passage while the coffee brews and she squeals with delight and it’s the smell of happiness.
Or the smell of rain. Provided it’s falling at the right time, it signifies growing season rainfall for crops, feed for sheep and water for tanks. It’s a happy farmer smell.
The smell of a cake baking was on my list. With two excited girls sitting on the bench licking spatulas after we’ve measured and mixed together, it’s the smell of happiness.
The smell of a shearing shed is on my list. It’s the fun we had as kids playing in there, jumping from wool bale to wool bale, playing hide and seek through the yards, helping to fill pens with sheep or count out shorn ones that is the smell of happiness.
Basil is another one I like. But like puppy’s breath, it doesn’t represent anything – it just smells good.
What’s on your list?