Comments on: summer

By: M

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 18:07:13 +0000

The smell of wet concrete after it rains for the first time in a really long time. It reminds me of my childhood, riding bikes til dark all summer long.

By: ann

ann — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:00:52 +0000

i’m a tomato sniffer too (that sounds sooo dirty). their aroma sends me into rhapsodies!
my happiness would be a sound/aroma combo, of my dad in the kitchen making me mickey mouse pancakes
that is my pure hapiness

By: Val

Val — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 16:43:42 +0000

Yesterday evening I went for a long walk.
A smell of fried chicken wafted through the air. I was walking
with my husband and recalled how this time of the year we used
to go camping with a lot of family. Everyone would bring a whole
fryer. They’d cut it up and have a big chicken fry.
Reminded me of the end of summer, thats when we’d go camping.
Perfect camp weather.

By: Abby

Abby — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 04:44:46 +0000

Bacon, frying and coffee on the stove in the morning. I used to stay with my grandparents because my parents worked third shift, and every morning my grandmother would fry bacon and make fresh coffee – not in a coffee maker! – and the smells would pull me from sleep. I hope to bring my kids down the hall someday to warm breakfasts, too. (I’m living in their same house! Talk about nostalgia.)

By: Kristina Kersey

Kristina Kersey — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 21:07:56 +0000

For me it a combined scent of several things blending together – fresh air heady with roses, gardenias and garden vegetables, mixed with the smell of something savory in the oven, lemon furniture polish and the faint smell of a long forgotten More cigarette left burning in the ashtray. This is the smell of my grandmother’s home in South Texas when I was growing up. Every holiday, birthday, and long weekend were spent there and that smell just mean “Grandma’s House” to me.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 00:31:42 +0000

I think the smell of bread baking in the oven has got to be one of the most comforting to me. My mom bakes bread, so it reminds me of her, and it makes me slow down, appreciate the moment, and the whole process is so sensory-intensive. There are so many though, it’s hard….the smell of fresh cut grass, the sound waves crashing on the beach, the feel of the cool fall air. There are so many of these wonderous moments in life. They are what make life truly magical, and I could never commit myself to just one.

By: Kelli

Kelli — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 20:51:29 +0000

I would have to say brown sugar-crusted sweet potato pie on Thanksgiving. It’s everything sweet and delicious and we only have it once a year. Whenever, where ever I smell dark brown sugar that’s a bit burnt, I think of my family, crouched around my grandma’s kitchen table, inhaling at warp speed.

Your writing is beautiful Deb. This site is excellent!

By: rachel

rachel — Sun, 13 Aug 2006 17:26:06 +0000

Those are some beautiful tomatoes!

By: Monisha

Monisha — Sat, 12 Aug 2006 18:40:22 +0000

The photos look awesome !! There is nothing quite so delicious as juicy, vine ripened tomatoes and your pictures capture that essence

By: Ellie

Ellie — Sat, 12 Aug 2006 06:38:44 +0000

I only went berry picking once…but it’s the smell of berry sweetness and the juice stains and stickiness on your hands once you’ve finished harvesting. That’s summer to me :)

I absolutely adore your photos – those tomatoes look amazing…