12/12/2020

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The fragrance of long gone summer
The summers in Juno's youth had been so hot, all the fields flirted like fire, the grasses dried out before the harvest, and because there was hardly any water left, Granny Gertrude watered the meadows with chamomile tea so they wouldn't burn. The hay then smelled healthier on the whole, not so sharp, rather sweeter and rounder and from the sand-coloured ends you could see the yellowish pearls disappear, first still shimmering, soon only flickering.
And because all the fruit evaporated far too quickly, they put slices of fruit bread in the bags of Virginia tobacco for the haymaking, which kept the smoking goods reasonably moist in the morning and when Juno got hungry in the fields, he was allowed to eat from it. That was the scent of summer for him, the steaming hay with the dry raisins, finely spiced tobacco and the buzzing of the bees, who had long since found no nectar in the distant magnolia blossoms that burned in the trees on the horizon and desperately drank drops of ambrette.
When Juno thinks of the hay harvest today, the pictures pass by him again - only more quietly now - for a few hours in his room, the smell of long gone summer.
(With thanks to FvSpee)
And because all the fruit evaporated far too quickly, they put slices of fruit bread in the bags of Virginia tobacco for the haymaking, which kept the smoking goods reasonably moist in the morning and when Juno got hungry in the fields, he was allowed to eat from it. That was the scent of summer for him, the steaming hay with the dry raisins, finely spiced tobacco and the buzzing of the bees, who had long since found no nectar in the distant magnolia blossoms that burned in the trees on the horizon and desperately drank drops of ambrette.
When Juno thinks of the hay harvest today, the pictures pass by him again - only more quietly now - for a few hours in his room, the smell of long gone summer.
(With thanks to FvSpee)
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