a conversation with scent

Lady Grey rests beneath a tree, leaves brewing scented breeze coriander swirls coffee, roasted chickory,   hands blending, they speak through perfume, merge citrus and sea salt white blooms, spice, olibanum tempering fruit,   ripe blackberries brush childhood memories on mint julip lips, stems crushed to release fresh tales; auras of was and May bees,…

The Scent of a Story

I’ve always found one of the best environments for telling stories is around a campfire. For me it is more than the images in the flickering flame; it’s the smell of woodsmoke and that hiss of resistance before the crackle as the fire leaps. Above us is the sight of stars, around us is the…