The aroma of strong coffee drew him to the pot on the cookstove.”–Stephen Bly (Shadow of Legends)I hear yuh sniffin’. The coffee sure does draw a person to it. Go ahead, Pard, pour yurself a cup. One of the nice, delectable, simple enjoyments of life, the aromas of the kitchen. Ahhh, sure does make a person smile. Think of some of the others: bacon, baking of bread, a pie just out of the oven. Simple, but wonderful things.So much of the air is polluted anymore that it’s hard to find a place that has fresh air. They call it progress, but I think it is an excuse for power and money. I’ve read that there are only about a half dozen places on earth that don’t have noise pollution. But I guess some folk enjoy the sounds and smells of the city, ’cause that’s where they seem to congregate. Some of them are leavin’ the city and bringin’ their pollution out to the woods. They get just far enough away so they can say they live in the country, but close enough to drive to their work. Of course, with the new-fangled technology, they can now work at home. Ahh, the smell of the computer and the telephone as we hover over it. Sure not like fresh baked bread.When I’m around some folks I get choked. Some of those women with their high-flautin’ perfume, and the men who smother themselves in cologne. Wheweee, or should I say pooeeey? They clog up my sinus, gag and burn my throat, and they think that they smell wonderful. In my way of thinkin’ they’re tryin’ to draw flies.I was readin’ where there are things that God enjoys to smell. Some things are a sweet aroma to Him. One of them is a proper sacrifice. A sacrifice had to be prepared carefully and to instructions so that it could be a sweet aroma to the Lord. One of the most important sacrifices mentioned in the Bible is the livin’ sacrifice of you and me. Hmm, wonder how I smell to the Lord? And, Pard, (sniff, sniff) I’m not so sure ’bout you. Ha, just jokin’, Pard. Drink down that coffee.Take time to enjoy some of those little things. Look at the flowers in bloom, listen to the birds in the mornin’ or the stream as it cascades over rocks. I like to hear the breeze move through the leaves on the trees and the movement of the deer walkin’ through the woods. Oh, be sure an’ take time to smell the coffee. Ahhh, it’ll bring a smile to yur gizzard.Enjoyin’ the sweet aromas of life–perhaps one of the things we take for granted until we come across some putrid smell. We scrunch our nose, the eyes water, but we don’t think about those wonderful smells. Seems like we take so much for granted, like checkin’ yur cinch.Vaya con Dios.