My favorite part of summer is a very small and specific thing. The smell of the fig tree outside my office window. I love the smell of anything fig – the leaves, the fruit, the… well, I guess that’s about it, huh? Smell is one of the strongest triggers of memory and emotion, and I have a strong sense of smell (sometimes it’s great, other times, not so much). I wish Diane Ackerman had dedicated more of A Natural History of the Senses to it.

But I’ll be leaving my fig tree behind for a few days to drive off into the woods and unplug. Not literally, because I’ll need AC and I’ll need to charge my computer and run my Nespresso machine and turn on the lights. But you know what I mean – no social media or internet to distract me. Just me and my words, and my crocheting, and Grimm on DVD. But mostly words. Lots and lots of words.

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