You know how memories are often linked to a particular smell?
Play-dough is a good one. Probably because the memory it conjures up for me was formed before I could talk… and I'm not thinking store bought play-dough either, I'm talking the homemade kind that you were allowed to pick the colour of (in our house it was only ever Red or Green because that was the food coloring mum had). For me the memory is sitting in the kitchen table of our old house with my mum while she was busy in the kitchen, having to wait until it cooled sufficiently to be allowed to play with it. I also remember that the taste of it was peculiar, but it did contain a lot of salt. Despite threats of not getting more, I continued to eat it. I'm pretty sure it's why I still put too much salt on my food come to think of it...
I suppose the smell of two stroke mix makes a lot of people think of hot days in summer. For me the memory is boats. Small tin ones that became dangerously hot on bare skin in the sun. At the bach at Christmas.
Chainsaw oil and sawdust makes me think of my Uncle.
The damp smell of a forest makes me think of bush walks with my dad when I was very little.
Tar on a hot day makes me think of the walk home from primary school in bare feet.
I love desiccated coconut because the smell of it makes me think of baking with my Gramma'.
I hate Lilies because the smell of them makes me think of visiting hospital when my dad was sick.
Humans are such complex creatures. I find it fascinating that one smell can mean something different to everyone.
When I go home there will be smells that will always make me think of Lebanon.
The smell of charcoal on a brazier will be pushing the stroller along the pavement on a hot day.
The smell of Orange Groves is very early in the morning, standing in the kitchen with the sliding door open in my pajamas, listening to the call to prayer and heating the lad's morning bottles.
For all it's frustrations, I still love it here… and there are going to be some neat stories to tell my kids.