About being a Farmer, County Supervisor, Husband, Father, Grandfather, and pretty darned average Blog Author.
If blogging was easy, everyone would be doing it. And we are.
S**t Cliff, I'd never thought of that.
Around here we call manure the smell of money, haha!
Just saw your temp, 29 degrees? Whew, I be thinking of y'all in my 73 degree afternoon today. How do you stand it?
---ya kinda gotta watch your step---(lol)
Cuz they still have their hair.
Odor memory .... I just realized .... Well, I just experienced some of your trip. Not to part I would have chosen though.
I think I know the route you took to get home. Ralph
I know that smell. Sometimes it was so strong you could see it, too.I have a Persian friend who once told me that on his first trip across the US from LA to Dallas that they passed through Amarillo. "... and you could even smell the cow farms."
Hey, they gotta do it somewhere!
It's pretty simple, Cliff...The cattle haven't been processed yet.. lol. As you were......
That "you know" smell is the smell of money. Well that's what my dad used to say!!
AAAAhhhh, manure...roses to my nose! LOL
I wear a perfume called Essence of Cow Manure. It is quite noticeable.I can send some for Marilyn if you want.
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