Spring is a great time for smells. And smells are great for bringing back memories. This is a nosey followup to our last blog when we talked about things we remember. Today, it's rainng in Denver and that smell ALWAYS reminds me of being 10-years old and living in the village of Priest in Germany while Dad was stationed at Spangdahlem Air Force Base. I vividly remember looking outside at the German hillside, covered in fog and the farmers fields green between me and them. Every time I smell rain I get this vacation added! Smells have a great way of doing that, don't they? If I smell Rosemary I am immediately in a kitchen in Italy standing next to a young Italian chef as she's teaching us how to make Rosemary Focaccia Bread. Some places smells take you aren't so pleasant. Rubbing Alcohol always takes me to the hospital emergency room, but mostly they are fond memories. So, on this rainy Thursday morning I'd love to know what smells you're fondest of, and where they take you. Sorry, I have to go now. I just caught the scent of pencil eraser and I'm late for 2nd grade in Tucson, Arizona!