Now that the weather is warmer, I sit on my front porch to drink a morning cup of coffee or to take a break during the day with a cold beverage.
However, I noticed something again yesterday morning when I went out to sit and enjoy my coffee – a scent. I’ve experienced it before. Not every day – just sometimes. It’s a light slightly floral scent. Most of the time it’s very much like the scent of real flowers.
But yesterday it was stronger and a little different – like the difference between real flowers and cologne. That’s it – it had a more colognic (not to be confused with “colonic”) smell.
I had wondered about the fragrance before – just a fleeting thought – wondering what triggered the aroma. I don’t have flowers around the front porch that give off a strong odor.
Yesterday, when the scent was so much stronger and with that kind of metallic undertone of cologne, I began to wonder if perhaps someone had been there before me – sitting on my front porch – sitting in “my” chair. Could I have a secret front porch sitter?
My front porch is very inviting. In fact, that’s one of the reasons I was drawn to the house in the first place when I was looking to buy last summer. It’s completely covered. It’s deep enough and wide enough for a patio table and two chairs. And there’s enough room in front of the furniture so I can sit out there even when it’s raining without getting wet (except, of course, when the Oklahoma wind goes crazy and blows the rain in every direction all at once!).
Hmmm. . . Who could it be? My newspaper comes in the afternoon, so the fragrance doesn’t come from my paperboy. My mail comes in the afternoon, too, so it’s not my postal carrier.
Maybe there is someone in the neighborhood who walks each morning and sits on my front porch to rest. (I just rest without doing the walking.) Or maybe there’s a “peeping tom” who periodically tries to look in my windows. (Eeewwww!) Or maybe it’s the spirit of someone who used to live in my house. (Not that I’m really into spirits hanging around.) Or maybe it’s someone who was buried in that spot eons ago before the house was even built. (Again, not into the spirits hanging around thing.) Or maybe I have a shy secret admirer who comes and sits on my porch in order to be close to me. (HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa. . .!!)
Whatever is going on – it’s very strange. Does anyone know some kind of cleansing ritual I can perform (in case it is a spirit) using common household products?
Ooops! I just had a terrible thought. Maybe I’m not really smelling anything. Maybe I’m just losing my mind!
But then. . . it is a lovely scent. Maybe I’ll just stop asking questions and enjoy it.
(By the way, if there is a shy secret admirer, ring the doorbell!)