Smells of Autumn
Back home by docks streets, where the air has fanned the last heats, always brought me comfort, maybe because I was born just started this season. A season, that is shrinking every year between summer and winter invading it's time. But still exists and give you the view of the tale's the stage that once have explained you first and those that you described to your children, is for some, a pleasure within reach.
Autumn scatters a palette of colors that stand out on the dark bark of trees. Walk between a carpet of brilliant yellow leaves, covering your feet , is a return to childhood's act, with great power anti-stress. A morning of autumn provides you the smell of clean air, Mixed with dry wooden nuances ; the moss that warns of Christmas; the wet leaves undergrowth ... … and that of cold, although not strong, lick your face and breathe with you.
If you continue down following the smell of fireplaces, to the next village, maybe you're lucky and find a market fall, then you will experience a festival of green odors, sweet and dry that will make you wish to fill the basket, to start the old recipes of home , those oldest, that we squatted among a sea of stories to helping Grandma peeling chestnuts near the warmth, While we pursed the nose for the insistence of the broccoli that boiled.
So, maybe the pot will not boil, but surely you'll go back home with the trophies of your incursion. Leaf Ornaments, pine cones and branches, that will extend this day at home… and if we add dried orange peels, We'll keep a time the pleasant smell of autumn.