For me scent plays an extremely powerful role in triggering memories, certain scents can instantly transport me to another place and time. Scents in the garden especially…magnolias, lilacs, and the smell of fall leaves are all reminders places and times in my life.
After moving to Arizona my brother mentioned that one of things he missed about Spokane was that moment in late winter, when you step outside and smell spring for the first time. If I remember correctly he described the scent as a combination of snow and ice melting and the sun warming the asphalt, earth and trees.
Recently I was transported to my grandparent’s backyard via the smell of ripe concord grapes. A neighbor’s vine I posted about in July is loaded with ripe fruit. If you’ve ever smelled ripe concord grapes warmed by the sun, you know the scent I am talking about. It’s powerful, earthy, decadent and a bit over the top. Almost intoxicating.
My grandparents had the most amazing, old and twisted concord grapevine growing in their backyard. There was a lot of family history in that grapevine and I loved it. My grandma even shipped me a box full of grapes once or twice while I lived in Seattle, when I couldn’t make it home during grape season. Opening the lid of the box and letting the smell of the grapes fill my apartment was heaven. It took me back to family time in my grandparent’s backyard…just like walking past my neighbors vine did. Are you wondering if I ate one of the grapes? Three actually…