Bowsher Ford Bridge

I walked along this road smelling the hot musty smell of freshly harvested corn and watching the crickets jump out of my path as I strolled. I remember being on my uncle’s farm and smelling that same sweet earthy smell. It always amazes me how aroma can bring back childhood in an instant.

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