- Wet dog (it stinks I know, but it means it’s actually raining in Southern California).
- The dusty aroma of the first time the heater clicks on for the season.
- The mintyness of Claritin (relief for my aching sinuses is on the way).
- Musty smell of the electric blanket.
- A Christmas tree lot (although we have a fake one now).
- Christmas cookies baking in the oven.
- Our family’s Christmas breakfast (chili eggs, which I don’t partake in. It’s overnight oatmeal for sisters, Mom, and I).
- Sometimes-stench of Maggie (her bed is right by mine. She only sleeps in it when it’s cold).
- The crispness of cold weather.
- The refreshing aroma the day after it rains.
- The wool of my cashmere throw that I have after my electric blanket is turned off.
As you’ve probably guessed, the eleven items above are smells of winter. My favorite smells of winter, at least. I’d love to hear your additions!
Okay, maybe Southern California doesn’t get THIS cold, but it sure feels like it. Courtesy hercampus.com
This post comes with a warning. Readers in certain parts of the country, especially where you get snow and extreme weather, may be disgusted by what I am about to say. Read on at your own risk.
I am always cold. I don’t know why. Maybe because I am always in one position, but right now the thermostat is set at eighty-one and I have goosebumps! I love fall and winter. The crispness, the bright sky, the occasional rain. I love it all. From inside the warm house!
Last night was 49. I had two blankets. One of them being an electric one! In my defense, it wasn’t turned on, but that will come later.
If there is such a thing as reincarnation, please, God, make me come back as a lizard. I could scorch myself on a rock all day. My dream.
Wednesday we leave for Seattle to surprise Kelley for Thanksgiving. Fourties every day we are there. Mom has packed accordingly, but please wish me luck!