Hanging in the air
The sweet, raw smells of harvest
Fading in the sun
© Nadia Brown
Farm and country – and all the smells, textures, sounds that go along with them – are my happy place. Born and raised in the city, the constrained bustle of it has always felt confining; it’s never been ‘home’.
Thank you, Sonya, for this 3 Line Tales weekly photo prompt!
Photo by Emiel Molenaar, who has some gorgeous photos on his website!!
Becoming Roots 
Oh this is right up my alley too! I love the smell of ‘farm’
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Right?! It just instantly diffuses stress. 🙂
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absolutely! 🙂
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Same with me. Raised in the country. Didn’t appreciate it until my thirty, lol.
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Lucky you – but makes sense that it might be an under appreciated upbringing until later. 🙂
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I’ll go to my families land and just walk in their acreage. It’s like pausing life, telling the traffic to finally slow down and get out of their cars. Love it.
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Lovely. Being a country girl at heart I can relate.
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🙂 Thanks. And yes, I think it’s inborn. 🙂
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Ooh, lovely. Such a great image you created. Nice twist on the prompt
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Thank you! Much appreciated. 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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This is So Beautiful–you actually having me smelling the fragrance!
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Awesome! That’s fantastic! Thank you for the lovely words. 🙂
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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