Scent and received…

It was one of those steamy days in Minnesota that fogs your sunglasses when you go outside. While walking Booker this morning, I listened to the almost soggy crunch of gravel under my flip flops. The humidity was not giving pardons on this day to man, beast, or rocks. (Nonetheless, I know I prefer that sound to the crisp crunch of snow underfoot in January!)
Later in the afternoon I stepped onto our deck and braced for the waves of heat. They came. But what delighted me was the scent of herbs. I had planted a blend of basil, sage, and rosemary in a container earlier in the spring. They have done well and are now a cacophony of stems and leaves. The intense heat was causing the plant oils to perfume the air like a diffuser, and I breathed in deeply. It wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I pulled off a basil leaf and crushed it in my fingers. The sweet smell filled me with pleasure, and lingered on my skin. I let Booker sniff it but he preferred the disgusting chew toy he had dug up. Apparently great scents are in the nose of the beholder. Basil’s perfume…it was the best part of my day.