Fresh baked bread, slathered with butter. Dad told mom if she ever stopped baking bread, that was grounds for divorce!
Picking blueberries with the family and friends. Eating them with fresh cream.
Haying. I know a lot of people considered that hard work, but I still fondly remember the smell.
Hunting with dad, uncle, and cousins, and the smell of ruffed grouse and fired paper shotgun shells.
Fishing with my uncle. New guy (me, for several trips) was cook, until someone complained, then they became cook. The last morning of the last time out, I was frying eggs and dropped one. By the time I got done cleaning it up, the eggs were very well done. Uncle held one out horizontally, it barely sagged. His only comment was "Jeez! It's a good thing I like them this way."
Last edited by DHN; 08/19/19.
