These images that I took today remind me that fall is not fall behind. The woods smelled wonderful. I'll confess that the smell of "swamp gas" reminds me of my childhood and this odor was prevalent in the woodland area I walked in this afternoon. Reminds me of the smell of my grandmother's back yard. Lots of good memories of running around in her backyard with my sisters and my cousins; playing hide and seek, climbing the maple and willow trees and that one HUGE oak tree that grew in the very back of their property. I remember it being as large as the huge white oak that is in front the of DP Culp Center on campus....catching fireflies and kicking over the crawdad mounds in the wettest parts of the yard. Her backyard was swampy most of the time and the ground in certain places was wet to the touch...that slightly rotten, eggy smell. Sounds awful but it is good reminder of my childhood. A very country, earthy smell that I like.
Living La Vida Loca East of Eden