Farming/Nature
The Scent of Suffield
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When we were kids, one of the highlights of any trip downtown was the possibility of stopping at the gas station on Mountain Road. While the service guy sauntered out to fill up the family station wagon, the four of us would have our heads out the windows taking deep, gasoline infused breaths as, believe it or not, we loved that gasoline aroma. If it wasn’t necessary to fill up, we would continue to the old Suffield Hardware which was at the bottom of the hill, and there we would be let loose to roam the back which was mostly a feed store. We’d plunge our arms into the bins of sweet feed and rabbit pellets and take in those wonderful smells of alfalfa and molasses while our mother bought light bulbs. Some days, if we were really lucky my dad would drive us around town, again with the windows down, as he sought out farms that had just spread manure on the fields.














