Scene is along a country road, rainy day.
An interesting sensory experience, taking this photo – – a really nice floral fragrance, from the grape hyacinth.
And also, a farmer was busy in the field just in back, with a honey wagon.
If you’re not from dairy country…a “honey wagon” is a/k/a manure spreader. I was going to say “a bucolic scene, despite the pong from the cow manure,” and then realized, that’s exactly right. I looked “bucolic” up, and that word comes from “ox” and “herdsman,” so the cows’ contribution is appropriate.
I read about President Truman giving the press a tour of his birthplace, a farm in Missouri. A White House staffer asked Mrs. Truman if she could please get the President to stop saying “manure.”
Mrs. Truman replied, “Do you know how long it took me, to get him to say manure?”
The farmhouse cellar and a collapsed barn, are just behind the forsythias. Whoever lived there, must have planted the grape hyacinths many years ago, for them to have naturalized and spread so much.