"Take those clothes off, you smell of outside". She quipped

A perplexing concept; an ineffable part of everyday life clinging to our clothes.

Clinging to our very beings. 

From that first life affirming breath as we step out to conquer the day - in hopes of slaying invisible beasts, to the soft caress of the morning dew on bare skin. 
Then comes the rustling of evergreen leaves, gradually swaying back and forth, back and forth as if dancing to the beat of a self made melody.

Perhaps that's how the trees communicate, sending signals through soundwaves in the air, transmitting information from one branch to the next till the messages permeate the roots,    embedding itself deep within the soil (a conduit of nourishment) - serving as a reminder that we're all connected to the great Mother, the giver of life herself!