They say smell can be a strong trigger for memory, and it certainly is for me. A robust barn-cleaning emptied on a field can fill me with dozens of childhood memories of playing with my cousin on his family’s dairy farm.
When other people cover their noses and complain about such smells, I breathe in deeply. I close my eyes and can feel the sun on my skin and the dirt (and manure) between my toes as we’d run through the fields and climb the ladder from the milking area to jump in the haymow.
But I also spent a fair amount of time around
