Friday, October 19, 2012

Random Photo Friday--p.s. edition

So, remember when I wrote about the smells of my childhood (and Eric's childhood)?

Here's another one:



The smell of a chainsaw cutting through pitchy wood carries me back to fall afternoons in the mountains, gathering wood for our winter.  Truth be told, these wood-gathering days were some of my least favorite days of the year, and I don't yearn for them in the least.  All the same, the smell of that wood is a very comforting familiar scent to me, and I love it.

. . . And I love being able to turn on the natural gas in my home.

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