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The Smell of September

It's a kind of a cold smell with mist in it. When you cut back the rattling fennel the spicy scent of pollen tickles the back of your throat. The rich smell of garlic mixes with the smell of damp earth when your spade nicks a bulb as you're digging spuds in the garden Blackberries ripen on briars                bringing the fruity, sugary smell of jam, and the warm smell of soda bread rising in the oven.                                                                     Scented flowers give way to huge, dusky hydrangea heads waiting to be picked and dried.                                                                  And once again you open the door to the dark smell of turfsmoke.                        Visit The House on an Irish Hillside on Facebook