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THE SCENT

  Fresh garden vegetables & herbs on a clear summer evening with a touch of smoked old wooden rafters

THE STORY

   My house in the country was tiny. It was originally built as the summer kitchen on my family's farm. Even after a good deal of renovation and sandblasting, the woodwork and rafters still smelled faintly of two centuries of cooking. I found this comforting. I used to, on summer evenings, I lie quietly on a sofa in the summer kitchen beside the open window watching the fireflies light across a field of alfalfa. It was totally peaceful and I was perfectly happy. A gentle breeze blew across my face carrying the scent of the vegetables and herbs growing just beneath the window. The scent was fresh and green and wonderful.