It’s a warm (49 degrees) November night with a waxing moon and not a hint of wind.\u00a0 Fog has settled in beautiful shallow patterns over dewey lawns and meadows, creating a glow beneath the streetlights and a halo around the moon.\u00a0 With no air movement, scents accumulate where they are created, and it is possible to experience the world as a dog might.\u00a0 We walk beneath a towering conifer and get a whiff of cedar air.\u00a0 Piles of leaves exude an earthy richness, with bitter tannins under oaks or more spicy scents under trees we could not identify in the dark.\u00a0 Some folks are eating popcorn, their evening snack poignantly announced in the nearby air.\u00a0 Others are doing laundry, wafting out the sweet but artificial scents of various soaps.\u00a0 Ebba and John have a fire going, leaving a hint of woodsmoke along Nash.\u00a0 When there are no stronger smells, there is a soft conifery freshness, the signature smell of Oregon winter settling in from the mountain forests, perhaps with a tinge of the not-so-distant ocean.\u00a0 We may tire of our rain and fog, but in moisture there is life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s a warm (49 degrees) November night with a waxing moon and not a hint of wind.\u00a0 Fog has settled in beautiful shallow patterns over dewey lawns and meadows, creating a glow beneath the streetlights and a halo around the … Continue reading