This morning, when I woke at 5:30am, the biting smell of burning wood, from the neighbor’s fire pit, hung in the air.  Since we cannot burn wood in our fireplace, I miss that aroma.  I seldom drink coffee, but I knew I would need some additional energy today.  At 6:30am, the coffee maker turned on, and it was such a pleasant combination of scents flowing through the rooms with windows open to welcome the cool air.

Last night, our teenage neighbor boy, Kelly, hosted a party out back around their fire pit, and had a tent set up for his friends to spend the night.  It was too quiet!  I was hoping to hear kids having a good time without the aide of gaming systems and controllers!  He and his friends were chopping wood a few minutes ago, and I told him I did not appreciate the quiet when teenagers should be having fun with music and laughter.  Kelly said he didn’t want to disturb my sleep since my bedroom window is next to their back yard.  Bull hockey!  Make noise!  I assured him that it is always fine to have noise; after all, I live with a snare drummer!

From the kitchen windows, I just now smelled a whiff of newly cut grass, mingling with the previous two scents.  It’s a comforting mixture of aroma surrounding the house on Shroyer Road.  In a short while, the deck will add the smell of sawed-wood as Quintin and I begin work on some yard projects.