[Carolinamom]

It would be immensely uplifting, illstillbe, if you were to put your beautifully poetic Lasting Things in book form for a wider audience to ponder and absorb.

Such reminders would counteract the "wishy washy goo", not just in sermons, but in society at large.

[Miss Marple]

What a good idea! I concur!

[Miss Marple]

You know what I got to thinking about the other day? How much scents evoke memories. For example, the smell of Sweetheart soap always reminds me of my grandmother, because when I stayed all night at her house I had to take a bath and she always had Sweetheart soap.

Then I got to thinking about how there is a certain smell to the seasons. For me, Spring is fresh-cut grass (which I always smelled through the open classroom window in May), summer is the smell of hot dust (like that which I walked through barefoot in the lanes, or that covered the fairgrounds), fall is (of course) burning leaves, and also the smell of hot dogs and popcorn (at high school football games) and winter is the smell of fresh-cut evergreens.

Isn't it funny about stuff like that? To this day, the smell of Coppertone tanning lotion reminds me of our first seaside vacation in South Carolina.