I used to be very sensitive to scents and smells, but sadly, one of the lesser known symptoms of Parkinson’s disease is a gradual loss of the sense of smell. It is so gradual that you don’t realize what is happening until it is almost gone. I first realized something was amiss when a friend and I were out walking one morning and she smelled natural gas and I could not detect it at all. I also noted that I could not smell the fragrance of flowers as deeply as I once could. That is the smell I most associate with summer. The sweet fragrance of roses and gardenia and honeysuckle. My grandma had peony bushes in her yard, and their sweet scent lay redolent on the June air. Every now and then, if it is strong enough, I’ll get a whiff of something sweet and I hope that my remaining smell neurons hang in there until a cure for this disease is discovered. Until then my brain is able to conjure up memories of summers past, and I can almost smell the fragrance of the flowers once again.