She smells something. It catches her nose. She is onto the scent. Her hair stands on end as she maybe recognizes the scent.
Her little tail wags. No, it isn’t something she recognizes. It’s a new scent and she’s intrigued.
Her white fur, dotted with dirt from that fun romp into the grass, practically vibrated. She was known for her energy. She could wear out an overactive toddler.
The smell, though, it seemed have her intrigued. What was that smell?
She jumps as a loud sound is heard above. She loves around. What was that sound that she heard?
199/365 – First Sign of Fall (Photo credit: TM2TS)
Fall is a great time to write, because it is a season filled with colors, smells, and textures (fuzzy scarves, itchy sweaters, crunchy leaves) – all ingredients for a great story. Share one of your favorite fall memories with us, or something you look forward to each fall (hello, Pumpkin Spice Latte, my old friend).
All around me, the scents of fall are filling the air. Being in Kansas, the scent of rain is always strong. It’s a scent you learn to associate with fall, and it’s one you learn to appreciate, because the summers tend to be so hot and dry.
I’m looking forward to hunting down my favorite fall scents. The apples and cinnamon. The vanilla spicy yum. Pumpkins and daisies. I love the scents of fall.
I’m also ready to have to pull out the long underwear for a chilly morning. Seeing the sunrise while I’m waiting for the bus with the kids. Seeing them shiver and being able to open my arms and go “Come, let me warm you up.” and have them both pile in for cuddles, even at the bus stop.