EARTH'S SWEETEST PERFUMES

I ONLY SPEAK FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE....THE SMELL OF HAY DURING A SUMMER SHOWER....THE KANSAS PRAIRES...FLAT, PRODUCTIVE, HARD WORKERS..SUN TANNED FARM BOYS DRIVING A HAY TRUCK AND I AM RIGHT BEHIND ON MY MOTORCYCLE...RAIN SHAFTS , A LIGHTNING BOLT...SHEETS OF WATER COMING FROM THEIR TIRES...THE SWEET SMELL OF NEWLY MOWN HAY....ANOTHER:  THE AROMA IN GRANDPA SWANSON' S OLD BARN....COWS LONG GONE, BUT A WAFT OF HAY AND MANURE STILL REMAINED AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS...AS A BOY, I LIKED TO EXPLORE THAT OLD LEANING BARN.. SHAFTS OF LIGHT COMING THROUGH THE CRACKS..ERRANT DUST PARTICLES PASSING THROUGH   AND BURSTING INTO A SILVER SPECK UNTIL THEY WENT THEIR WAY...THE SMELLS OF MOODS....SUNDAY AFTER CHURCH....EVERY ONE SLEEPY AND NODDING OFF  AFTER FRIED CHICKEN MASHED POTATOES, HOME GROWN VEGETABLES AND APPLE PIE.   IN THEIR CHAIRS NOW....  THE OSCILLATING EMERSON FAN...MOVING THIS WAY  AND THAT...TO MAKE SURE EVERY ONE HAD SOME COMFORT.  THE SWEEP OF AIR HIT THE NEWSPAPER, NOW FOLDED IN GRANDPA'S LAP..AND LIFTED ITS PAGES IN A LITTLE GREETING AS THE BREEZE SWEPT OVER...LATER IN AFTERNOON....SOMETHING IN THE AIR...GRANDPA AWOKE...THE SKY WAS GROWING DARKER AND DARKER...DISTANT THUNDER....DARKER AND DARKER....A BLINDING FLASH AND A LOUD BANG....TORRENTS OF RAIN...TRASH CAN LIDS SETTING SAIL...TREES BENDING OVER...SOON THE STORM PASSED AND THINGS  GOT QUIET....WE VISITED AND SNACKED ON LEFT OVERS....I WAS TUCKED IN ..THE LITTLE ROOM ON BACK..THE SMELL OF COLD CREAM..GRANDMAS DEAR FACE...ALL IS QUIET NOW.  SO NICE AND COOL, AND THE OLD BARN SMILED AT ME IN THE MOONLIGHT...GOOD NIGHT ALL....B