Daily Prompt: Smell You Later.
Humans have very strong scent memory. Tell us about a smell that transports you. Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRANSPORTED.
The smell of freshly cut wood takes me back to Dad’s workshop. He spent his creative hours standing in fragrant sawdust, hunched over his workbench or table-saw, a drop of sweat hanging from the tip of his nose.
He was a craftsman; he loved working with wood. He made birdhouses with picket fences, too lovely to put outside, a beautiful chessboard with in-laid squares, kings and queens and pawns spun out of his lathe. He crafted beautiful wooden boxes with in-laid trim, trivets shaped like fish, a trellis for my garden, side tables, coffee tables, sofa tables, plant stands, cabinets, picture frames, candle holders, walking sticks, bookcases, step-ladders, footstools, signs and more. Some items sold in galleries, but most of what he made he gave away. Those of us who received his gifts count them as treasures.