Thank you, O Lord, in this bountiful season for the five senses to relish your world.
Thank you for the succulent smells of the fruits of the earth in the kitchens of our mothers and wives.
Thank you for the odor of rich delta dirt on a warm, foggy winter morning.
Thank you for the smell of wood smoke, especially that tinted with lighter'd pine.
Thank you for the stew of odors distinct to our rivers and bayous: cypress needles, primal water, life and life-to be.