This is part 1 of 5 in a series. I want to remember what it was like when moving to Concho was new. The first of the 5 senses I'll blog about is the sense of smell here:
The new smells here I enjoy:
1. The smell of rain coming, it's not a wet cement or metallic smell like in Phoenix, it smells like water on fresh dirt, a real earthy, natural smell.
2. The smell of plants here, from wildflowers, the garden, and juniper bushes. They have a unique smell when carried on the cool breezes up here.
3. The smell of fresh-cut grass when they're maintaining the golf course here. I haven't smelled the same smell since we lived in NH. In the valley, fresh cut grass was hot and dry and didn't bring back memories of being brought up in the country at my grandmother's house on weekends and during the summer, but in Concho, it does.
4. The smell of wood. We live in a big house with wood shingles, and since part of it used to be outside before it was enclosed (by the previous owner), there's a casual faint wood smell in the house.
5. The smell of fires. Don't get me wrong, this isn't an alarming smell of an apartment building on fire. There's control burns around the woods up here in the mountains and when the wind shifts our way, it's like a campfire smell. Again, it stirs lots of happy memories.
6. The smell of fresh produce. At the local farmer's market, at the health-food store, and even in the Safeway grocery store, the produce smells amazingly good. It's not a dull, waxy, unripened smell like other grocery stores (even back east). The melons, peaches, fresh peas, they all smell like they were just picked. Having grown up with a garden both at home and at my grandparents, there's a certain standard produce should uphold. Today's foods are sadly lacking from what they were 2 generations ago.
7. The smell of the gas/oil when Tim & I ride the quad. Okay, so this isn't a real "girlie" smell, but I love it anyway. It reminds me of good times with my Honey.
8. The smell of the wind. It's clean, unpolluted and natural. There's nothing like it in the Phoenix area.
9. The smells from my my kitchen. I didn't have time to cook every day like I do here. I love my new stainless steel, industrial kitchen stove. I waited for 18 years to have a gas stove again (hate cooking on electric). I love to cook, and I may even learn to enjoy baking while I'm here. In the winter, we get to try out the huge griddle that makes up half my stovetop. It's just too hot and stays hot too long to use in the summer. I'll be able to make 20 french toast at a time!
10. The smells I'm introducing to the house. I've got room and proper ventilation to finally light scented candles, try making homemade potpourri's, warm herbs and spices on the stove, etc. I couldn't do that in the downstairs of a 1000sf condo. 500 feet is just not enough space, anything I tried was overwhelming, but here, it works.
Stay tuned for part 2: sense of sight
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