There is no better smell this time of year than freshly turned soil. Truely, if the musty smell of dirt don't get your sap risin', then you must be dead already. Today I joined some of my husband's friends who teamed up their horses to plow an acre or two of soil near Ridge Rd in the northeastern part of the county. I didn't know at the time that my husband likes these folks and often frequents their local millwright shop but nevertheless, they made me feel welcome as I took oodles of photos. They even let me lead the team for a couple of seconds. S'ok, I even let Kent hold my camera and take my photo for a couple of seconds....
'Why do you continue to do this?' I asked one of the fellas.
'People pay good money for this kinda therapy,' was his reply.
Indeed.
