I rode home from town late this afternoon with the windows down and the sun roof open. What I noticed were the scents. I love the way George County smells. There are so many possibilities. Sometimes you get the fragrance of cut hay. Other times, just a trace of honeysuckle. Today, I kept thinking I'd come across a spot in the road that would give me the flavor of rain, but it just never happened. I did pass a place where some limbs were burning. The smoke drifted across the road, bringing to mind fireplaces and bonfires on days much cooler than this. My favorite stretch of road passes a forest of pines. When the sun heats all the straw that carpets the ground, it releases a spicy scent that I prefer to all others.
Now, before I give you the wrong impression, don't forget that there are other aromas that are often very strong in this area: cow manure and dead skunk!
Just remember: without the malodorous, the rest wouldn't be nearly as pleasant.