Fragrant Quote for November 28th from Boulder reveries By Willis Stanley Blatchley

Fragrant Quote for November 28th from Boulder reveries By Willis Stanley Blatchley

This morn the heavens wept. Their tears, in the form of rain, fell steadily
for hours and kept me from the trysting place— the spot where nature and I meet and commune, each with the other—the boulder nook on the sloping woodland hillside. This afternoon, therefore, I have come forth to a clump of sugar maples within sight of my usual resting place and am now leaning my back against the straight and sturdy bole of one of them.

The odor of earth, earthy, how it attracts me, rising as it does from the mold in these oak and maple woods. The rain of the morning has set it free. It takes me back to the first warm days of March and April—days of the great awakening—when the thawing soil with its cover of mold yields its penetrating odor. O earth mold, what entrancing odors canst thou emit when the frost king first leaves thy mellowed surface! It is that of earth divine. Pent up for years that aroma has been, but on such days it rises free and subtile to the nostrils of man. It is no wonder that the fragrance of many a flower is distilled by nature from the odors of such mold.