Putting My Feet in the Dirt 16

This is my interpretation of space jam on toast, a dream to be surrounded by natural beauty in open space, is not only my favorite sweet fruited mush on my favorite food staple, but also the icing on my cake, the cherry on the whipped cream, and the cinnamon stick in my cider.

Have you ever noticed the scent of your clothing after coming in from outside? The fresh breath of the outdoors? People who hang up their sheets on outside lines in the country know this. It’s not been successfully captured by candle makers, even though many try. My daughter and I would shop for clothing in cotton that had this scent. Like the ad says, “the smell, the feel of cotton”, this scent does exist. It’s not the same as the outdoorsy one you get from an adventure in nature, but close.

Now that spring is evidently coming finally, the next best scent I hope to enjoy is newly mown grass. I’d love a candle made of that! 💚🌿🌾🌱🍀☘️🌳🌼🌻🥀🌹🌷🌸🌺💚


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