Last step before getting ready to leave for yesterday’s bike ride was spraying on SPF. Being used to creams and lotions, right away I detected the aerosol’s almost petroleum smell which took a front seat to coconut.
Along the pastures hedged by tall corn was a herd of black cow mothers with their two-tone calves. A slight manure, cut-grass scent tickled my nosehairs.
Along the river and bayou lifted reek of decaying vegetation.
On my way to one trailhead’s end, a vibrant border of hydrangea, spirea, and assorted flora traveled the trail for a good 100 feet or more. The lack of any aroma was disappointing.
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Jo (aka Worms) is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Jo says:
Tonight’s challenge, if you choose it accept it, is to write a poem of scents. I hope you enjoy it!