Friday, July 9, 2010

Can't You Smell Me?

I noticed the rain clouds moving in quickly this afternoon.
The farmers were making hay as fast as they could.
On one side of our land....was a typical scene....
Tractor, baler, and hay wagon.
That's what I was used to.
But on the other side, was a pick-up truck pulling a small
cart, or was it a chariot?
I have no clue and they were flying down the field.
You'll notice a gal sitting nicely on the edge of the truck.
She had no intentions of helping out.
But one by one, they loaded the chariot.

Meanwhile I was enjoying the smells of the freshly cut hay.
This reminded me of a time, when my daughter crossed the border.
The border officer asked her,
"Where are you from?"


"Pardon Me?"


"Could you please speak clearer,"

And she blurted out,
"Can't you smell me?"

Of course she was referring to the fact that she lived out in the
farming community of Chilliwack, which evidently is known
for it's all surround smells at different seasons in the year.
The officer smiled and waved her on.

So imagine travelling with her for one week.
Our journey will begin....
See you next week.


  1. I've been loving the smell of the freshly mowed hay this past week! That may be among the nicer smells in our farming community...but it's all good.

    Great pic of loading bales!

  2. That first picture is a beauty, bringing in the hay with the mountains there in the background!! I have so many memories of haying on our family farm in the summer as well. Fun times. And your daughter is hilarious.....can't you smell me.....haha!!

  3. Oh I love the smelle of freshly cut hay. .it is one of the good smells. That is a great keeper picture of the hay wagon.
    Looking forward to the travelling pictures.

  4. I'm trying to think if I've ever smelled freshly mowed it anything like freshly mowed grass? Love the photos. That does look like a chariot. I'll be watching that game today and cheering your team on!

  5. I grew up with the smells of freshly cut hay. It brings back a lot of memories!

  6. Mikki BartelJuly 11, 2010

    i need to clarify this "smell me" story. He asked where I was from, I said "Chilliwack" and he asked "how do i know you're from Chilliwack?"
    I had no clue how else to respond other than "smell me". He said it was the funniest thing he's ever heard. We were waved through, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief that even boarder guards can still have a sense of humour.

  7. Thanks for the laugh! Sometimes it is hard to know if one can actually say something like that and get away with it.

  8. Love the dairy air in Chilliwack and the smell of freshly mowed hay!


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