Every person that loves the outdoors has experienced them.

The smells of the seasons.


The smell of that pile of leaves you played in as a child hearkens to the simple days.

That same smell as a hunter reminds you of your first adventure as a bow hunter.

The smell of the earth melting in the spring is special. It is indescribable. I believe it is special because the winter was so long and you want the greens to reappear.

I am not sure which smells better. The smell of freshly plowed fields or the plum trees blooming?

Lilacs in June

The smell of a cleansing Spring rain.

A stroll through an apple orchard on a foggy morning in early may.

The smells of a wetland are just too many to describe.

I will leave you without a photo of this. I want you to close your eyes and imagine the smell.

The first campfire of the year.