Essay created by expanding a paragraph from last week's
lesson, The Nose Knows: Remembering Smells.
The essay also contains examples of sounds and sights.
An Early Morning Walk in
“An early-morning walk is a blessing for the
whole day,” said American philosopher Henry David Thoreau. I agree, so
this morning walked through the lovely streets near my home in Vancouver
and noted the sights and smells and sounds of spring.
On my way to the Mountainview Cemetery, I
noted many sights along the way. In a garden’s south backyard, the
vibrant yellow of a forsythia bush glowed in the early morning sun.
Nearer the cemetery, I saw puffy cumulus clouds scattered on the
horizon and a mother, pushing her baby in a stroller, happily chatting
on her cell phone. Looming over me was one of Vancouver’s many
coniferous trees, laden with cones (and, unfortunately, releasing clouds
of pollen). It was truly a feast for the eyes along my way.
My eyes were fed, but so too was my nose.
The overwhelming scents of flowering cherry trees more than once made my
nose tickle in appreciation. A freshly cut cedar, lying on the
boulevard, gave off its pungent aroma to the stiff breeze. Arriving at
the cemetery, I noted a man on a stand-up mower, leaving behind the
smell of freshly cut (and very wet) grass. I detected the faint scent of
the ocean, too, as the wind blew strongly from the west this gorgeous
morning. Lucky for me the smells produced no sneezes or watery eyes as I
made my way along.
The sounds were by far the best part of my
walk this morning. As I strolled along the narrow cemetery roads, the
sound of a crow’s wings flapping startled me. The Canadian flag at the
monument for soldiers snapped above in the stiff ocean breeze. Traffic
from 33rd Avenue sounded faint and far away. Other walkers called our to
their dogs, who trotted along, tails up, sniffing along the edges of the
pathways. Occasionally, a sharp bark would pierce the air. My thoughts
quieted, I loved to hear the sounds of an early spring morning.
Noting the sights, smells, and sounds of
spring, I came to appreciate the “blessing” that Thoreau said would come
to me this day. Now that I’m about to leave for school, you students
might prove him right! (365 words by Brad Hyde; first draft on April 1,
Sample paragraph using smell from the lesson,
The Nose Knows: Remembering Smells, by Brad Hyde.
Smells of Spring Walks in
My wife and I often walk in our
neighbourhood in spring to enjoy its sights and smells. At this time of
year, we are reminded of the birth of our daughter, our "cherry blossom
girl." The scent of the pink and white flowers is particularly strong
when showers of rain are followed by rays of hot sunshine. Also
prominent is the aroma of freshly turned earth in our neighbours'
gardens. With the spring rain comes the inevitable growth of green grass
soon followed by the wonderful fragrance of freshly cut grass. As we
walk together, our little dog trotting along beside us, we discuss our
plans and dreams for the years to come. Indeed, a spring walk is one of
the most enjoyable ways to see and smell our neighbourhood. (130 words;
first draft by Brad Hyde)