I know, funny thing to talk about isn't it!
I have, since I moved here, talked about what I see on my little farm, how I feel.
But I have never talked about what I smell.
This morning as I took pictures of the neighbours farm field, with the fog rolling out and the sun coming in,
not only could I see the beauty but I could smell it.
Last week he harvested the wheat growing there, and since then I can smell that fresh scent.
And it is so hard to describe, I have never smelled anything like it, and I can't quite put my finger on how it smell.
But it smells familiar, yet not. Maybe bread, but not really.
When I moved here I was a little worried about the manure smell, when the farmer next door fertilized his field to plant crop in the spring.
I thought it would be days of bad odor, that I might have to go away for a few days.
However, I smelled it only one day, and only when I went outside. The next day it was gone.
Once my son and I were in the car returning home, we smelt skunk. Strongly.
I suggested to wait a bit in the car, look around for the culprit. Then we took off quickly into the house.
I have 2 acres of grass to cut. A full days job.
But when it is completely done, that smell of newly cut grass.
If perfection had a scent, that would be it.
And if beauty had a scent, then it would be the lilacs in the spring,
the farm after it rains, cloths on the line, that crisp cold air in the fall.