Barn full of alfalfa the next morning.
Climbing into a silo to even out yesterday's corn silage.
A 2 stroke Detroit starting on a cold morning.
Lifts of fresh sawn oak.
3 of us crammed into an old Datsun riding out of the woods after
a summers day logging.
Chainsaws, sawdust, oil, mixed gas.
Some would find a few objectionable.
But the smells link to people, places and times.
Mom canning in the summer.
Pickles, catchup,
Mixed vegetables in the fall.
Those are good ones. Don't smell them cooking anymore,
But I can occasionally swipe some.
