A big blue tractor and cutter arrived in the field next to my workshop to make hay from the grass, scythed it down with a whir and faint clouds of pollen dust. The sun dried and the breeze brought heavenly wafts of fresh meadow to me as I worked. I lingered by the fence in the aromatic heaven.
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that's the best thing about our climate...heavenly grassy smells!
ReplyDelete.. and earth and stone! I love the smell of stone - they all have different smells, my favourite sandstone smells sweet, almost nutty of earth and iron.
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