Interesting - I've just been reading your post about Maurice and Karl, and when I came to comment, blogger told me that page doesn't exist ! You said that life hasn't always been kind to him, but there are many I'm sure who would envy him his simple life. Fresh mown grass - the perfect scent of summer. Atishoooooo!!
I didn't think your vignette on Maurice was unkind at all. You just described what you saw. As to his speech more or less "undecipherable" - it's awful when that happens. Not just for the listener though, obviously, one dies a thousand deaths trying to gloss over the fact that you have no idea what the other is saying - I wonder how aware those afflicted by a speech impediment are themselves. Main thing, Cro, and you obviously manage to do so is to not let human contact shrivel just because it takes a more effort.
I've got an almost exact same picture like the first one, from our time in France. A neighbouring farmer could have our hay after cutting it. Of course he always left ours till the last. It is quintessential summer to me.
The smell of freshly cut lawn reminds me of my papà who cut the lawn on Saturday until his back ached. Another scent I love is the ozone smell just before it rains. Greetings Maria x
First cut silage is underway here and the smell is mainly of muck as the newly cut fields are spread with it to help the next crop of grass grow! As to hay - it will be another month before that and even then will depend on our precarious weather.
I caught the scent of newly mown grass walking home from watching a Central Park softball game yesterday. It was grand! So are the views in your two photos.
Sorry, I was admiring your place and I forgot to write that I think you are so lucky to have such a beautiful view and, what's even better is, that you needn't do that work yourself; for once you can watch others do it!
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Interesting - I've just been reading your post about Maurice and Karl, and when I came to comment, blogger told me that page doesn't exist !
You said that life hasn't always been kind to him, but there are many I'm sure who would envy him his simple life.
Fresh mown grass - the perfect scent of summer. Atishoooooo!!
Sorry, I took it down because I felt that it sounded as if I was being a little unkind to him. I'll rewrite it and post again. He's a nice guy.
The smell of freshly mown grass has to be in my all time top ten.
Arilx
I didn't think your vignette on Maurice was unkind at all. You just described what you saw. As to his speech more or less "undecipherable" - it's awful when that happens. Not just for the listener though, obviously, one dies a thousand deaths trying to gloss over the fact that you have no idea what the other is saying - I wonder how aware those afflicted by a speech impediment are themselves. Main thing, Cro, and you obviously manage to do so is to not let human contact shrivel just because it takes a more effort.
U
Lady Magnon finds it more difficult than I do, I think he knows he's difficult to understand, but there's not much he can do about it.
And the smell of hay drying in the sun; even better.
We're still waiting for the 'Lumberjack Boys' to come with their big tractors and cut the hay. We are surrounded by long grass at the moment.
I'll tell them to hurry-up; they're finished here now.
I've got an almost exact same picture like the first one, from our time in France.
A neighbouring farmer could have our hay after cutting it. Of course he always left ours till the last.
It is quintessential summer to me.
A scene like that is another reason that I love this time of year.
The photographs are nice. I doubt I'll ever see rural France, so I appreciate your sharing the view.
I know that smell and love it, even if it makes my nose itch!
Our hay was baled yesterday too, but this lot was the neighbour's own. WE don't need hay to it all goes to our friend.
Lovely, isn't it.
I expect scenes such as this are being enacted throughout Europe (and elsewhere).
Luckily I don't have any nasty effects.
I love the scent of freshly cut grass, but as I breathe it in, for some reason I feel as if I'll have an asthma attack. So I must avoid it.
Love,
Janie
The smell of freshly cut lawn reminds me of my papà who cut the lawn on Saturday until his back ached. Another scent I love is the ozone smell just before it rains.
Greetings Maria x
First cut silage is underway here and the smell is mainly of muck as the newly cut fields are spread with it to help the next crop of grass grow!
As to hay - it will be another month before that and even then will depend on our precarious weather.
That would be wonderful to have at the back door.
That's a shame, as it's really one of life's little pleasures. Never mind, no doubt you make-up with other things.
I know all about backache. Gardening does have its problems. I know exactly what you mean about that pre rain/storm aroma; wonderful.
Both silage and hay making are finished here. We may get a smaller second cut of hay, but that's just a bonus.
It is Doc; it really is!
love the sight of those giant cotton reels!
the contractors are charging around here, making haylage and silage
I caught the scent of newly mown grass walking home from watching a Central Park softball game yesterday. It was grand! So are the views in your two photos.
Best wishes.
Sorry, I was admiring your place and I forgot to write that I think you are so lucky to have such a beautiful view and, what's even better is, that you needn't do that work yourself; for once you can watch others do it!
Our grass is just about growing. Harvesting is a long way off!
I have a small lawn in my yard for the dogs. It takes a second to mow but the scent is beyond lovely.
cheers, parsnip
I like the big bales too, but I do wish they'd take them somewhere, and cover them, before they turn black. They seem to lose a lot to 'laziness'.
The scent of newly mown grass should be bottled; it would help us through winter.
All done and dusted here, other than an aftermath maybe.
In all, my grassed areas take over an hour to mow; even with my ride-on mower. There's a lot to be said for small lawns!
Exactly my opinion!
I love the smell of Franklin and Penelope. They are pretty clean, but they still have a luscious sweet doggy scent.
Golf clubs? Ha ha...c'est rigolo !
BTW beautifully composed pic...I would like to use it for a poem eventually if I may?
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