When I was a kid, my mom used to put Sunday dinner (pot roast, chicken, etc) in the oven before we left for church in the morning. We had a lab/mix named Gretchen back then. When we would get home from church, the house would always smell SO GOOD. And my dad would inevitably say, "Mmmm... Gretchen, what have you been cooking?" That always made me giggle.
Now that I'm grown and have my own kids, I'll put dinner in the crock pot in the morning before work, and will always say to the girls when we get home, "mmmm, what has Finn cooked us for dinner?"
Also, when outdoors on a winter's night, the smell of woodsmoke. And any time in the summer when someone is mowing their lawn. Along with the smell of fresh mowed grass, "Pleasant Valley Sunday" always pops into my head.
And lastly, my dog's head. I could lay next to her and smell her for hours.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.
Karen, Scott, our daughers (6 and 9), and Finley (Finn) the wonder lab.
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