18°C (64.4°F) The more attentive I am, the more I realize I’ve missed. Today, checking on the sunflowers I scattered in the grass, I caught the smell of ripening grain. It hadn’t occurred to me that simple grass could smell that way. For me, it’s a smell that will always be associated with moving to Minnesota.
It was September, a hard time of year for beginnings (despite years of school starts). Driving across Indiana, Illinois, then Wisconsin and Minnesota, I smelled the sweet smell of corn and wheat, of harvest, of bittersweet endings, of warmth and safety – well-stocked, prepared for a long, cold winter on my own.