The other day I took our little dog for his daily walk. As I made my way through our neighbourhood, I was suddenly greeted by the lovely aroma of woodsmoke. Some past residue of my Southern Hemisphere mindset found this rather mystifying – what does Christmas have in common with woodsmoke? Then, in a flash – but I’m in the cold English countryside and not only are the homes I’m passing filled with Christmas decoration, but also with, in some cases, burning fires in the lounges. I heard Forrest Gump gently whisper into my ear, “Christmas and woodsmoke, they ‘is’ like peas and carrots.”
Categories: life, Perceptions, Photography, Village life, Walking
Tags: Christmas, fires, Forrest Gump, woodsmoke
Ah, the smell of real woodsmoke. It makes me feel guilty for liking it because it must be bad for the environment, but my brain tells me it smells wonderful, and like you, it smells like warm memories.
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It certainly does smell like warm memories for me too. I too felt a tinge of guilt, but the experience was good. Thank you for sharing.
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It IS wonderful. 🙂
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Thank you, Lynette.
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Nothing like a nice log fire on a winters night.
Dried logs of the right sort of wood (Ash or Oak are two) hardly produce any smoke and from a sustainable source have a miniscule impact on the environment.
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Thank you David. Didn’t know that Ash and Oak had those properties. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate your comment.
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Oh how little things can trigger memories. I love it when that happens.
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So true, Sandra.
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