It’s the smell of Fall.
Fall is a season that approaches with a scent all to its own.
There’s the first fires in the wood stoves as the temperatures get cooler.
There’s the pungent smell of the high bush cranberries. You can always tell, when out in the woods, when you’ve passed by a patch of them.
There the smell of the leaves turning and falling and blanketing the ground…woody…damp.
There’s the smell of cold, crisp mornings and the heaters of cars warming up during the drive.
And, when out on the trails by streams there is the smell salmon…the dead ones. They’ve completed their journey and now will decay.
What’s that smell?
Change is in the air.