Thinking about memory scents this morning. Tell me your favorite. Remembering hanging sheets on the clothes with my mom early in the morning, fresh morning breezes blowing the smell of “bluing” into the air. I can close my eyes and smell a mountain meadow, covered with wildflowers and bathed in sunshine. The fragrance of banana nut bread filling the house…Oh that’s not a memory, it’s my house. Hope bread’s not burning.