The Memory of Scent

I didn’t notice that my sense of smell had been lost until I picked some lavender from my garden one day a few years ago.

I held the bunch of flowering purple stems close to my nose, anticipating the pleasure of its distinctive fragrance, and inhaled. When I didn’t smell anything I sniffed harder and still: nothing.  That’s strange, I thought. I wondered if the plant was too old, or had not gotten enough of some essential nutrient. Continue reading “The Memory of Scent”