Hay

I drove past a field today that they had just mowed for hay. It smelled like hay. That smell always takes me back to living in Minnesota and playing under the hay trailers at our grandparents' farm. Mom drove the tractor while the rest of them did the hay thing. Loading and unloading. I always seem to miss haying season on my trips back there. I doubt it would compete with my memory of the time. Funny how I even have it in my memory when so much has been forgotten. Anyway...it is probably why I like the smell of cats. They smell like hay to me. :P