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To: Crocodile who wrote (33738)	7/31/1999 2:23:00 PM
From: melinda abplanalp	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Fresh mowed hay and sea air....and pine trees are the three best smells. IMHO Mel

To: Crocodile who wrote (33738)	7/31/1999 3:52:00 PM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Freshly cut hay is great. The urban area I'm in gets high points for flowers and open areas, but it's short on scents. Far as I can sniff, so far, it doesn't smell like anything. No good things, anyway. As I got on the bus, I realized that I was occupying the space vacated by someone with a case of stale sweat. Not pleasant. <g>

To: Crocodile who wrote (33738)	7/31/1999 9:51:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

This morning Spouse said "I NEED to see the beach - my soul need a fix." So we packed the Helenator and some supplies and headed to the beach. It's an hour from here - but through some twisty mountain stuff, so it feels farther than that. Helen got a dose of surf and sand. (She ate a SANDwich as well.) She soaked her main and backup wardrobe - and went home wearing her momma's pullover. The neck hung from her shoulders like a prom dress. We get home and Spouse says "I have to use the potty!" Helen says "Why?" (A first!) Momma explains and Helen sagaciously nods "Oh."

To: Crocodile who wrote (33738)	8/1/1999 10:43:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Good morning! I wish I had been here for the ocean nostalgia trip last night. I have severe sea withdrawal as a Pisces living in Dallas. My dream (well, one of them) is a beach house on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The other is a cabin in the mountains. You mentioned pine trees, another thing we are missing here. When we first moved here, I tried putting some of those smelly air things in our AC filters, but it wasn't the same. The house smelled like a gas station toilet instead of the Piney Woods. Gosh, what DO we have here to feed the soul? Sunsets. We have impressive sunsets. I think that may be from the pollution in the air. We have great thunderstorms. ALthough right now, we are so dry, that Steven's mention of two weeks of pouring rain made me salivate. An ocean fix for me has to be at least a week, preferably two, in order for my system to take on the rhythm of the sea. Sometimes I just stand in the water and absorb the give and take. I love the Outer Banks; there are schools of dolphins swimming by in the early morning, and friendly seagulls to feed, and little crabs to chase, and shells to collect. My mother filled a ginger jar lamp with shells we collected over the years- I have it now. When I look at it, I see not just shells, but my mother standing with a loaf of bread laughing as the seagulls take pieces from her hands. I see her kneeling down with small CWs and Ammos, teaching them the secrets the ocean gives up every night and leaves on the sand for us. I can still conjure up that contentment that radiated from her as she sat and just watched the ocean for hours that last summer. We have seen many different sides of the oceans. The Caribbean is a beautiful, luscious woman, but too rich for my tastes, the Gulf too tame, the Maine coast too cold, California oceans I have never been in but they don't have thunderstorms, and the Mediterranean was just too foreign for me. The Outer Banks is my heaven.