The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. ~Wendell Berry~
This time of year, spring in Wisconsin, the smell of mud and dirt begin to permeate the senses. We see the dark combination of minerals and decaying organic matter poking through the melting snow, finally freed from months under a blanket of frozen white. The scent of freedom arises!
Dirt is one of my favorite olfactory odors, for it’s the smell of spring, of awakening, and of new birth. It’s the aroma of first bicycle rides, maiden motorcycle rides, and children playing outside without mittens. To smell dirt is to long for spring plantings and a walk among budding trees and greening grass.
Close your eyes and breathe in through the nose.
What does dirt smell like to you?
Does it smell like coffee grounds?
A square of bitter dark chocolate?
Like an overused, damp dishcloth?
Margaret speaks the truth.
Whatever dirt smells like to you in spring, THAT is the scent which envelopes the soles of your shoes and the bottom of your too-long jeans. It rises, like steam, to wrap itself around you in earthiness.
And the faint odor of earthworms after a soft rain.
Have you ever wanted to roll around in the dirt?
Like a dog or cat or newborn piglet?
Create a dirt angel or a cloud of dirt dust?
Margaret would be proud, you know. She would say you smell nice, like a new day, the waft of spring 12 days early.
The poetry of the earth is never dead. ~John Keats~
Alas, dirt is alive.
It restores and resurrects.
Close your eyes and breathe through the nose.
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