Sense of Smell

It has been an Indian summer in Alberta…to say the least. In the past couple of weeks the mercury has climbed up past 20 degrees Celsius on quite a few occasions. The shorts and flip flops remain a part of the daily wardrobe contrasting winter coats and boots that usually have made their way to the front of the closet by now. And although the trees are bare, the wind had been warm and my sweet peas and snap dragons stlll are vibrant with colour.

I don’t like it.

I am a BC girl. I like the rain. I like crisp mornings, mild temperatures and the smell of wet pine trees. Where is the smell of Autumn? Dried leaves, northern winds, fresh rain?

Today it came. Finally. Snow aside, the cooler air was a welcomed scent. It’s a rare day in the Ewert house when we don’t have to rush off somewhere to or fro. So we took full advantage.

 Today we played…