I really miss the days like this. When I was little I would stay out in the garden. Thanks for the photos. DeVon

Beautiful pictures bring back great memory were i came from Thank you for sharing Maria

That soil looks like black gold! How wonderful to be close to the land like you are! I also love the smell of rain and the quiet of snow! Live Laugh Download Stitch!

Yes, nothing beats the smell of freshly tilled soil or that first rain, oh wow, heavenly, hugs S*

Envy you for living on a farm. All we smell is city smoke.

This reminds me so much of my childhood on the farm. Tis true; plowed ground is so near to nature, and a blessing to see and smell! I remember walking barefoot in the freshly turned soil behind my father's plow. I often got treated to a ride sitting on the cultivator (plows) behind the tractor, as he drove slowly keeping a watchful eye on me. At the end of the rows, he would carefully lift the plows, shaking them gently (with me on board!)to dislodge accumulated grass. Such pleasant memories! Thanks!
Angel

I'm like Angel, this reminds me of growing up on the farm! I LOVED it when Granddad would plow the gardens! We always would find worms and catch them before they slid back under the soil! It does have a certain smell, and thank to you, I remembered it! What do all do you plant?

This brings back memories to me also. Rasied on a dairy farm in Ohio and I remember picking up worms and looking for arrow heads in the freshly plowed earth. The only time I didn't like it was when we had to pick up potatoes and the sweat bees would get behind our knees and would sting us when we bent over to get the potatoes. Dad was never happier than when he was on a tractor. Hugs, Judy

Wonderful pictures - thanks for sharing them.