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That sounds downright poetic, Jom. I grew up in northcentral Pennsylvania, on 10 acres...I've been out here on the Left Coast so long, I've almost forgotten the smells and sounds of the trees and meadows (had a meadow in my 'back yard' literally), my mother had a large garden in-between the narrow strip of lawn and the meadow, and half the meadow behind the garden was my dad's vegetable garden, in season. The one smell I can recall readily were the two lilac trees we had, one next to the garage and the other off the flower garden.
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