I love how a smell can bring back a memory. Recently I was walking my dog outside. It was a warm, rainy morning. I could smell dirt. I love the smell of dirt when it rains. LOVE IT! On the road was maybe a million worms. (might be a slight stretch). I remembered when my daughter, August, was young she was the worm whisperer. She would save every worm she could. She often would have a container filled with dirt as a home for her rescues. I treasure that memory. I treasure her. I treasure she was given to me.