The smells that let me know I am home are a bit different from those around town. To spare the more sensitive amongst us I have not attempted to capture the most prominent of them. A fresh cow pat has its own unique smell and from the right angle can even look beautiful. A sight and smell close to it is often experienced around the farm, as effluent is spread on the pasture:
I love the smell of freshly turned earth:
Down by the creek where I am house-sitting at the moment is the unmistakable smell of damp:
During the week Georgia loved the smell of her birthday dinner:
I'm just as happy to bury my nose in the comforting smell (not to mention taste) of a cup of coffee.
Thanks, NanU for the topic. I look forward to lots of French smells.
To enjoy the smells of the rest of the team, just click here.
