|Sorry about the bug guts|
There are certain places where I can see my other self running alongside the car, almost like they are secret places although they are so close to the road:
|in a larger format, this looked so much better|
The smells are another thing I love about living in the country. When I was growing up, just a short walk up the road lived my second cousins and sometimes babysitter. My second cousin had a farm, of sorts. Horses once, then just cow corn (read: feed corn) and hay. And one stinking silo. I'm not talking the tall silos you see that hold tons of grain, this is a low, long concrete trough almost, that gets filled with cow corn and hay, covered with a plastic tarp that's sealed down with old tires and left to ferment. The result is silage, and it smells awful. A sickly-sweet, sour smelling concoction that they feed to milk cattle around here. But... it's a smell you grow to expect. Like the smell of cows and cow manure when you go by the dairy farm, it's just there, and it's noticed when it's not there. And while we're talking about cattle and the things they eat: there are a lot of hay fields around here. It's something people do for a little extra money, they hay their fields and sell the bales. And oh man, it smells good when it's fresh.
|It smelled amazing to drive by this freshly hayed field|
Oh, and have I mentioned you can see all the stars at night? All the stars. No light pollution! Take that, bright lights of Vegas!
Anyway I can go on and on about this topic and still not be done. But I covered the ones that were really on my mind: cow shit and hay.