Every fall there is an aroma that fills the air. It becomes is so heavy in the atmosphere, you feel like you can cut it with a knife. It has been a part of me, as long as I can remember.
It's the aroma that ushers in fall.
For me it's remembering going to high school football games with my daddy as a little girl.
Falling asleep to the hum of the peanut dryers running at the peanut mill less than a mile down the road.
Bundling up to fight off the chill in the air.
Bonfires with burnt marshmallows and hot dogs.
The promise that the holiday season is right around the corner.
The magnificent sunsets of orange, that match the leaves that are falling.
The signal that summer is over and that my favorite time of year is at hand.
It's the aroma of peanut harvest.
As they've been picking peanuts out by our house this afternoon, I could not help but smile. God in His infinite wisdom, gave me a farm boy to be my mate. One who loves harvest and all that goes along with it, even more than me. The same farm boy, who's daddy would have had some responsibility for my early memories of peanuts being dug around my house.