P.C. wrote:
Good thinking good Times. I've made a few of my friends snicker on occasion too, when it comes to sniffing out an odor. I maintain, that I can SMELL when it's going to snow. Oh sure....they all laugh until the morning, when we wake up under a blanket of snow.
My Grandfather used to tell me the same thing. He was right most of the time too. One day he taught me how to smell snow coming. It wasn't that he could describe it, he just told me to come outside and smell the air.
"See how it's different today" he said, "how it smells kind of tingly in the back of your nose? That's the smell of snow coming".
People think it's because I'm a Witch that I always know when it's going to snow. How do you explain that it's not because I'm a Witch, it's because I'm a grandson?
My boy is three years old now. In a few years I will start teaching him. I'll teach him how to smell snow, how to whistle with grass, how to make a flute from a willow branch, how to listen for rain in the song of crickets. I'll put my hand on his shoulder as he whittles his first rabbit trap, and I'll feel the hand of my grandfather on my shoulder. I won't turn around, but if I did I know I'd see a line of fathers and sons stretching back until the beginning of time. I am who I am because of them, and I pray my son will see them someday too.
