In Kansas, you were never far away from a stockyard, a milo field or some other foul smelling building that you could smell coming for miles. When I was in college, I lived next door (literally) to an oil refinery. There was a large pipe that had a flame that burned out of it that chugged oil straight into the air. The smell was so strong that when I was at home and couldn't smell the vile stench, it actually gave me a headache. Think the smell of nail polish remover.
No smells of Dolly Madison cakes being made.. or cow blood being burned in the refinery (which Emporia, KS people know about.. don't ya!) None of that.. I haven't smelt a foul thing yet.
I know it's crazy to be thankful for air.. but once you've smelled a stockyard in a 105 degree Kansas summer, you will understand.
It's amazing.. the air smells like pine.. and tonight everywhere we walked smelled of lilacs. Each time the wind blew, you could smell the water of the slough. It smelled like nature. It makes you want to stay outside all day long.
But you cant, because the small birds.. I mean mosquitos are biting you, sucking your blood dry, like little vampires. My poor husband had 6 bites on his head the size of quarters..
No more happy smells for me.. time to go inside..