It’s been a fairly cool summer here in central Vermont. Which has resulted in a lower number of flies than usual. So today, (last week if you must know the truth), I am writing with my kitchen door open onto the porch. I’d taken a few minutes to comment on posts and read my email when over the gentle gurgling of the washer I heard the rush of water and drops pounding on the porch roof.

I love the sound of rain on the tin roof, so I walked out onto the porch to listen to the rain and the birds. One of these days I’ll have to post the sounds of this place for you. It’s like living in a rain forest at times. But what really hit me, was the smell. The sweet smell of wet hay, because let’s face it, my lawn is pretty much a hay field at the moment – the lawn mower is broken.

The sound of the rain, the smell of damp warm hay – it’s so fresh. I wish I could send puffs of scent out of the blog for you. And the song birds. It’s invigorating and peaceful, all at the same time. I hope you can find the same feeling where you are now. I’m sure it’s there somewhere. It was easy for me today, the universe brought it right into my kitchen.

I found my little voice recorder. If I can figure out how to get the sound from the recorder to the computer I’ll post it here for you. It really is lovely.

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