I don’t remember where….

countryside8When we get home from travels with our huge digital suitcase of photos I don’t always remember where I took some of them. But I ALWAYS remember being there. This evening drive took us though some very pretty farmland and the air was full of the smell of freshly cut hay. Isn’t it funny how aroma instantly brings things back?

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