As an inveterate, dedicated, enthusiastic, hard core rose-sniffer, I find myself in a tiny minority here. No prob. I figure I can rose-sniff rings around just about anybody. I’m that good at it. So there.
To me, “smelling the roses” means savoring whatever it is I happen to be doing. I’m an enthusiastic hiker, but not obsessive about any particular aspect of it or doing any particular kind of hike. I can get great pleasure out of (savor) doing easy hikes or difficult ones, hikes that carry me across the flatlands or up mountains, short hikes and mid-length and long hikes. I can get pleasure out of coming home pooped, or coming home feeling fresh and perky, and anything in between. If my pathway is dull, pleasure can be found in the walking itself; if the way is interesting the trail is to be appreciated for what it is; mixing both is a distinct possibility. Overcoming obstacles is a joy, but no moreso than having an unobstructed go of it. Fine weather is something to be appreciated; if the weather is harsh, enjoyment and satisfaction come from “weathering it.”
Etc.
All-in-all, I feel like an ultra lucky hiker, come to think about it.
G.
