Sweet smells. Sweet memories.
Two sure signs — well smells — of summer emerging.
Freshly cut grass and the intoxicating scent of wild honeysuckle. I am instantly transported back to the summers of my childhood — where my shoes came off on Memorial Day and didn’t go back on until after Labor Day. Such sweet memories of carefree days roaming the neighborhood on my bike with my posse in tow — stopping every now and then to pick honeysuckle for its sweet nectar or buy ice cream or run through sprinklers. Said the wise and generous Randy Pausch in his famous last lecture, “Never lose the child-like wonder. It’s just too important. It’s what drives us.” Thank you to the sweet smells of summer for the great reminder.