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.