
Scent of the Ponderosa: The Magic of Talking with Trees
The ponderosa pine called to me as I tramped down the hill from my evening hike. The call came as butterscotch incense. As a person with synesthesia, I experienced the scent not only as a song but as a warm touch. The tendrils of perfume were fingers beckoning me down the trail. I followed my nose until I found the source, nearly 50 feet away. How had I walked right past this magnificent being on my way up?