Fummer or (if you prefer) Sall

There is something about smells that bring back memories.

Here are some Karen associations:

exhaust = New Orleans/childhood
freshly cut grass = summer
Freesia = show choir
paprika = Hungary (of course!)
bergamot coriander = Evan
dead fish = Venice

And the one related to now is...
burning wood + grass = Fummer or (if you prefer) Sall

I adore these days between summer and fall. When you grow up in the South it simply doesn't exist. So when you get to have it for only a short time the experience is savored.

It is an interesting mix and you must admit there is a smell and feel to Fall that is distinctive. But people have lost the appreciation of right now, where the sweaters start to come out at night and the air has a mix of seasonal smells.

Enjoy it while you can, my friends, it only last for a short time!