Happy to be included today on Troutswirl’s A Sense of Place: Hiking Trail — smell:
winter hike
wrapped in a knitted scarf
the smell of wet wool
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In ‘real’ time we are not wrapping wool scarves around our faces yet, but this is a sensation renewed for me almost every year…when the thermometer dips below freezing and the only way to seal out a winter wind is to wrap a scarf.
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Excellent congratulations! 🥀😎🌺🎊🎉🎈
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Thank you Dorna 🙂
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Congratulations, Janet! 😀
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Thank you 🙂
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Yes, I’m familiar with this exact situation and your poem made it spring right to life.
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Thanks Claudia. Condensation can be a bit of a phenomena, even in warmer weather when you want to block dust by covering your nose. (a bit off topic but related 😉
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #8: Janice’s latest haiku appears in THF’s A Sense of Place!
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Thank you, Frank 🙂
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