An observation

The farmers around here continue to be busy in the fields. The wet, cold October put harvests behind schedule. I don't remember seeing so much corn in the fields yet on my birthday.

I also don't remember noticing the rich smell of freshly tilled earth. Lately, when I've been running or biking on the trail, next to fields, tractors kicking up dust, I've thought, "What's that smell?" It strikes me as metallic, sharp, almost like blood. Blood flows beneath our skin, and soil enriches the plants above it. I guess it makes sense.