The scent of fishing bait and the cool fall air are the first things that greet me as I get to the reservoir across the street from my home. I quickly direct my human to the walking path along the lake. My ears flap as I trot, the gentle breeze and smells moving me along to the wildflowers growing amongst the tall grass. Ohhhh, the human holding my leash is moving at a good pace, but my nose wants to linger, to follow the grassy mud trails left by the folks fishing, sailing, and rowing. 

Wildflowers win! I see the first burst of color. Dotted across the green bank, a field of wildflowers sways in the breeze. There are fresh smells, the scent of mildew, the muddy roots, and a flirty butterfly I chase. I pull on my leash, my tail thumping with excitement, and my human lets us wander farther down the path. 

I bury my nose in a clump of yellow petals, barking for fun and smelling it all. The scent tells an entire story: of the sun, the soil, and the other creatures that have passed by. Beyond the flowers, the reservoir shimmers, its surface a vast reflecting mirror. The scent of fish and cool water mixes with the wildflowers, creating a perfect scent just for me. I pause, looking up at the wide sky, and then let my beagle nose lead the way once more. There are so many stories to sniff out, and I have all the time in the world to read them to you again soon.