My scent memories bring back a warmth and a fondness of myself and my Boxer dog Ellie-May. We are in the rain, walking down that country lane, smelling the sweet aroma of honey suckle, but never finding or seeing where it is nuzzled but that very same spot would waft a sweet fragrance that you could never forget. We always looked forward to passing by and experiencing such a scent that would encourage you to lift your nose and send you into a scented magical spell-whirl.
Continuing to walk and smell the freshness of the pine trees that were dotted along the lane, watching Ellie-May enjoying and capturing the scents with a lift of her nose and a flair of her nostrils, twinkle in her eyes, as if also to show her appreciation of the scents that surround us.
Wild roses waiving out of the hedgerows, magically releasing their scent, beckoning you to go over and cup them into your hand and inhale the sweet scent, which enticed you to grasp once more and smell again in disbelief, that this rose scent could be so sweet.
Watching Ellie-May trot up and stop and sniff into the wild fern fanned out appropriately positioned at the edge of the lane and lifting her head as if to breathe the scent, both of us enjoying and capturing these wonderful scents, as we walked along this beautiful scent fest.
Now, Ellie May has gone over the rainbow bridge and I walk alone down this fragranced country lane, with each of these scents bringing back a memory of her and reminding me of how much we enjoyed our scented moments together.