This time of year, the farmers spend every dry moment—day and night—harvesting grains. It happens quickly; fields go from full to flat overnight.
The result (aside from full grain stores) is that the countryside takes on a lovely nostalgic smell: sort of a cross between warm fresh hay and sweet green grass; the smell of past summers and changing seasons.
It always makes me smile.
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