Our sense of smell is one of our strongest nostalgic links. For example, every once in a while, the smell of a roast pork, mixed with the smoky smell from the wood stove, combined with a few other elements, can put me so IN a place and time from childhood. It's SO strong, that it feels more like being transported in time, than it is a memory. ...and it's not every time I cook a roast pork.....everything has to be just right.
Hubby checks the weather site every morning....but every evening before, I most often KNOW what it's going to do....and I'm most often right. I'm running a better average than the meteorologists.
I have a friend who e-mails me the night before he golfs, to ask me if he should take his rain gear. He calls me the witch from the north. LOL