The one thing I missed most while I was away at college was the country.
I longed for tall trees, running horses, plank fences and one-lane roads.
Anytime I was home for a long weekend or break, I was content to drive around Harrison County with my windows down, enjoying the sweet stench of hay and cow manure.
Perhaps the smell reminds me of my childhood years on a farm with my farmer father.
My nephew said it best after suffering from a strong whiff of cow poop one afternoon.
“Smells like Papaw Dunny,” he said.
He was right.