Intentional Observation: The scent of harvest on the prairie
28 September 2010 Leave a comment
“Here was the smell for her — a blend of many smells surrounded by the cold smell of the air itself.
The silk had a smell, and so did the husks, the bruised stalks, the hard ripe corn kernels, and the chaffy cobs. And there was the smell of the horses too, and a trace of smoke from some distant outdoor wood fire — somebody perhaps was rendering lard, feasting on cracklings.
The compound fragrance meant the complex thing that excited her so much, even though she could not have said why she was excited. This fragrance signified the rush of the harvests and the sun hurrying winter and the winter hurrying the people, and the mystifyingly close connections of so many disparate things . . . the smell of the field was the smell of being alive. ”