Community Chat

[violann]

You know how sometimes something can remind you of a childhood experience, and you go right back to being eight years old just thinking about it? I lived across the street from a farm when I was a small child, then until I was married. Every fall, a loud machine with a gas motor was used to blow the silage ( fermented corn stalks, I think) into the silos. Besides the noise the silage had a sour, distinctive smell. The other day someone was chipping tree limbs down the street, and in my mind, I was standing down the street in a new plaid cotton dress with an attached sash, bow in the back, waiting for the yellow bus to take me to school for the first day of Third Grade. JUST LIKE IT HAPPENED A FEW MINUTES AGO! Does anyone else remember that funky silage smell?