It is hard to move away from some of those things. My cornfields get planted when I am at school or picked while I am there too. Being a farm boy of the past I always like watching the things in the fields. I don't miss those hot days when I had to work in the hay field.
Green hay with that bitter-sharp tang of drying grass---oh, yes. It's a never-forget-it scent for anyone who's ever lived in farming country. Right up there behind the unmistakable earthy fragrance of First Turning in the Spring.
Hi Patsy, I miss the Cotten fields. There are hay fields not too far from my home, but no Cotten. I have to drive down to Sikeston to see and smell the Cotten this fall. It is amazing how a smell or a song can trigger long ago memories. Tell Bennie hi and also give Anna a hug.
Hi Patsy, Charlene is right. Smells trigger memories. I know you are happy where you are now but still there are many things you miss from the old home.
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It is hard to move away from some of those things. My cornfields get planted when I am at school or picked while I am there too. Being a farm boy of the past I always like watching the things in the fields. I don't miss those hot days when I had to work in the hay field.
Green hay with that bitter-sharp tang of drying grass---oh, yes. It's a never-forget-it scent for anyone who's ever lived in farming country. Right up there behind the unmistakable earthy fragrance of First Turning in the Spring.
Hi Patsy, I miss the Cotten fields. There are hay fields not too far from my home, but no Cotten. I have to drive down to Sikeston to see and smell the Cotten this fall. It is amazing how a smell or a song can trigger long ago memories. Tell Bennie hi and also give Anna a hug.
Hi Patsy,
Charlene is right. Smells trigger memories. I know you are happy where you are now but still there are many things you miss from the old home.
We found out, Patsy, that our home back in Alabama, got flooded and then burned to the ground. I agree, certain smells trigger certain things.
By the way, non of the farmers up here in NY are haying---we are under a severe drought, sigh. Everything is brown.
Where we live, we see lots of hay bales. Not only do they smell good, they are so pretty in front of the farms.
Great minds think alike! My post today was very similar. :) I do love that smell.
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