All Summer in a Day….and winners

DSCF2322Summer in the Midwest is always so strange.  We start out either blistering hot or freezing cold.  This year we got lucky – a cool ‘real’ Spring meant I got to enjoy the gorgeous lilacs that abound in this area – older than my parents, those bushes kept their fragrant blooms for almost a month.  Heavenly.

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Summer Creepy

Now we’re into Summer.  Never mind what the calendar says.  It’s been Summer-with-a-capital-S it’sHOT!!! for awhile.  Today was 90F, which is ridiculous.  But there it is:  Summer in the Midwest.  I don’t want to talk about perfume because the only thing I’ve been smelling lately is dirt and linden blossoms – both wonderful scents but I can’t think of anything else to say about them.  I want to talk about sound.  There is a sound that accompanies an extremely hot weekday in the Midwest.  It’s always been around, more obvious  in suburban or rural settings…but it exists, even in big cities.  It’s the absence of sound.  And to me it marks the beginning of Real Summer.  It’s the stillness of a Catholic church facade on a Tuesday morning, with every carving and statue thrown into high relief, it’s almost as if the church is asleep, awaiting Sunday morning.   I drove past several churches today and every single one of them had that stillness, with doors closed against the heat and the weekday.  Schools now take on that vacant look – I remember the weird feeling I used to get when I would walk past Mercy High school on a Summer’s day; it just felt weird, as if I’d been caught peeking in a neighbor’s bedroom window.  Occasionally there would be a caretaker around the grounds but somehow that only heightened the feeling of soundlessness.

And what is it about lawnmowers?  How can they, noisy things that they are, contribute to that soundless Summer feeling.  My neighbor runs his mower twice a week (that’s his grounds above) and the moment he shows up on his rider I slip into a soundless fugue state.

So.  Obviously I’m wrong.  It’s not soundlessness.  Could it be that there are sounds specific to a hot Summer’s day?  The hum of the mower, the squee-squaw of swings in the park…do shadows in high relief have a sound?


Hmmm….too hot to figure it out.


But not too hot to FINALLY! get to the winners of the Amouage Journey draw!!!  Lawdamussy!  I have at least 438 excuses, none of which you care one whit about.  YOU WANNA KNOW WHO WON!

And so I shall tell you!


The winners of the Amouage Journey woman samples are:



The winners of the Amouage Journey man samples are:



I’m not usually gender specific on perfumes but on this one I really do want to see what the guys think of Journey Man & the women’s views on Journey Woman.  Drop me a line at anita AT perfumeposse dawt CAHM (good grief but it’s getting harder to evade the ‘bots)…tell me what you won and where I should send it – and send it I shall!

Kismet429 June 28, 2014

I am very late to this party (work has been cray-cray), but have been thinking about summer sounds ever since I read this wonderful post. Several are just my favorite outdoor sounds--a far-off train whistle, the diesel engine of the yellow bi-plane that flies over the house, church bells, and clock chimes. (I used to live in a neighborhood where the church bells were the Westminster chimes--OK, they were recorded, but it still gave the 'hood that charming English village feel.). In the summer there are the birds--especially the Barred Owls with their nighttime barks and calls of "who cooks for YOU?!" and the drumming of the woodpeckers. And of course the garden sounds of lawnmowers and hissing sprinklers and of course the cicadas, crickets, and frogs.

Tara C June 19, 2014

Living in downtown Montreal, summer sounds like people having picnics in the park, street sweeper and garbage trucks going by, the whir of bicycle wheels, and loud music from cars stopped at the light below my balcony with their windows rolled down. And there are people out all the time, all night, all summer. The hushed silence comes here in the wnter, when we've just had a heavy snow and everything is muffled and still.

Mary K June 18, 2014

I live in MN and agree with everything on all of the Midwest summer sounds. Sometimes I just like to sit outside and do nothing but take it all in. And regarding moths, I caught a couple of clothes moths indoors recently and let them loose outside. Not sure how they got in, but they should be happy outdoors.

solanace June 18, 2014

Best thing in Summer for me is watching the stars for hours at a dark, wild beach, just listening to the waves. Love the sounds of the ocean and fully associate them with Summer and childhood vacations - probably because I have always lived (way) inland. And yes, spotting fireflies into the forest is beautiful! But in my house what actually happens during summer is an invasion of all sorts of moths, because of the jasmine bush. (And I have to pretend I´m not afraid of them, because of the kids.) Having so much fun with my samples, Musette! Ambra Profumum is the best amber I have ever tried, even FB worthy. I will surely explore this line further. And Bois d´Argent is like a premium Dior Homme, such a nice iris!

malsnano86 June 18, 2014

I was just thinking about summer sounds yesterday! I was hanging clothes on the line and there was a mourning dove. And cows walking through the pasture, munching away. And a woodpecker in the nearby patch of trees (it's too small to be called a wood on its own). Lawnmowers, cicadas, crickets. And the spring peepers, which don't only call in spring around here... Where we used to live, in town, we were two blocks from one of the recreation fields, and the sound of kids yelling as they played is such a wonderful summer sound as well. That Ray Bradbury story, All Summer in a Day, has haunted me since I first read it, in an English lit textbook in 8th grade.

teri June 18, 2014

As a born and bred Midwesterner, I grok this completely. My family always referred to that heavy stillness, usually accompanied by equally heavy humidity, as 'corn growing weather' and would swear that if I'd sit quietly in the cornfield long enough, I would be able to hear the corn growing. While I don't remember ever hearing the growth process, I do remember the sound of a rare breeze stirring the corn plants with that distinctive swoosh, definitely as others have said, the sound of the cicadas lazily advertising for a date, the banging of screen doors, the hissing of sprinklers, and the oh-so-welcome tinkle of the ice cream truck.

Lynley June 18, 2014

That's exactly the sound of summer. And the cicadas. When I was little I would lay on our trampoline in the backyard and listen to the lawnmowers on a Saturday morning- those endless days of carefree summer. And we had and old creaky swing too. My mum has asthma and I still remember cuddling up to her and listening to her quietly wheezing, reminding me of that swing. Even now over 30 years later I still think of that sound. I love how seasons have sounds. Magpies cawing are cool autumn mornings, and the swoosh of traffic on wet roads the beginning of winter, then the wind howling through trees. The timelessness of those things are such a timeless meditation.

Tiara June 18, 2014

I'm with Carlene. It isn't until the cicadas begin, along with the crickets, that I feel summer is here. We have several different broods in these parts plus some who don't seem to care what year it is. And while they're silent, I love the appearance of lightning bugs. There is a hush of summer that I never thought but you're right. It's there.

poodle June 18, 2014

Today looks to be the hottest one we've had so far. It rained overnight so it will be even more humid I'm sure. Other than noise from the nearby highway, my neighborhood is almost always quiet. I love to sit outside and enjoy the weather but I swear I'm the only one who does around here. I never hear or see anyone. What are these people doing I wonder? When I do hear lawn mowers and such it's usually a landscape service. I love the chattering of the birds during the summer and the sound of the sprinkler.

taffyj June 18, 2014

I'm not particularly fond of the sounds of summer. For me, they are mosquitoes buzzing at my ears, construction everywhere (The Big City), and those dang blasted leaf blowers, which send me to the moon (and not in a good way). I once called my Alderman's office and held the phone at the window, so that the sound of the leaf blower could be recorded on his voice mail. Winter is so much quieter!

carlene June 18, 2014

Wait until the cicadas get here, to me *that's* the sound of a midwest summer.