I drove past a semi -truck full of bales of fresh hay today.
The smell permiated my car.
It is my smell.
It smells like home.
It is summer at its finest.
It smells like Grandma's house.
It is learning to walk,
playing in the sand,
learning to drive,
and riding a four-wheeler for the first time.
It reminds me of a first boy friend and a final good-bye.
I wonder if Alfalfa will grow in our mountains?
1 comments:
It is the smell of home isn't it? Even though I don't remember living in Star Valley, that's what alfalfa smells like. It makes me miss Grandma and her house.
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