One of my first book orders of the year arrived today. Started with the editor’s foreword and can’t wait to read Muir’s essays.
I wonder if it is the chemicals in the paper or someone accidentally pouring a bottle of perfume (also chemicals) into the book producing process, or am I simply imagining the whiff of lavender as I leaf through the pages. I sniff again. And again. And again. The scent lingers. I’m literally burying my nose in a book.
plum era 