SCENT

Morning sunrise at the edge of the forest

This morning, about 07.00 a.m., I started a tour through the woods. In spite of the well known forests the different scents where surprising.

For a start the little bit sourish scent of a forest mainly of larch trees. In the distance the back end of a rowdear disappeared into the undergrowth.

Secondly the scent of the dry, sweet air of a mowed grain field with lightly grey clouds and rags of fog above. A few hundred meters away even a light summers rain is falling down witch will indoubtfully reach me within the next few minutes.
In the third place the scent of moist earth where giant hard-wood trees grow, in this case beech trees. The hard-wood forest ends at the border of a wasted farmland. At least several decades of cattle graze here, all of them with the head in the same direction. At the edge of the field some birch trees are visible. In top of them at least fifty finches are foraging. Then the rain is starting to fall, softly. But when the trees embrase me the raindrops arehardly noticable.
A few meters further some horses are blocking the path, there spicy (fourth) scent is hardly to miss. In the end a buzzard is disappearing between the trees without any visible effort. It was a lovely morning full of impressions that makes life interesting.