A lifestyle change took place when we moved to our smallholding in Wales, we are leaving behind the consumerism of life, growing our food, raising our meat, living our lives to the full, enjoying every day the highs and lows of country living, but not going without just doing it better.
My first five on Friday thanks to Amy for organising this and putting in all the work,
All week I have been thinking about what to post so here goes,
My thoughts turned to five smells that I enjoy and bring that warm gooey feeling and evoking memories.
The smell of fresh hay I could easily dive into it and have a good roll around, nothing beats the smell of good hay, I always have to take in a good lungful every morning when I am doing the Alpacas hay, it doesn't bring a specific memory just a feeling of joy.
Chimney smoke, a child hood memory walking down the streets and the smell of the fires burning, knowing you were going home to warm home, central heating stole this away and when ever we were holiday in rural areas we both enjoyed the smell of those chimneys burning.
Cut wood, I love the smell of cut wood, sawdust, wood chips or bark chips, my dad use to work in sawmills and we always lived beside them, dad use to come home covered in sawdust and wood sap and I loved that smell, My sister and me use to play in the sawmills climbing over all the logs the smell of cut wood brings back those childhood memories
Lillie's nothing beats the smell of Lillie's for me, I grow them for there scent and have them as cut flowers, when the summer sun warms them and the scent is at its more powerful, looking into the middle and seeing those sticky stamens oozing there aroma. They are to me the flower of summer.
Chips smothered in salt and vinegar, some-one could be walking don the other side of the street and you get a whiff of fresh chips, your mouth waters and you want some, they never taste the same at home, it has to be outside wrapped in paper even better on a drizzly cold day, a real warm comforting food, that has been there all my life, I remember going into chippy s as a youngster and not having the money for chips and they would give us bags of scraps, all those little bits of batter and the odd chip doused in salt and vinegar
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