Thursday, March 4, 2021

Smelling the Dairy Air*

 *see what I did there?

We live equidistant between two dairy farms


 

 

 

 

 

 

At this point in late winter the farmers around here are gearing up for their spring planting

Manure happens.







The trailer on the farmer's truck goes spray, spray, spray...



 

 

We have been getting a nose-full. Daily.

(Be glad smell-o-vision hasn't been invented.)

Today's poem is dedicated to our local farmers.

the farmer talks

of fertilizing the fields

slurried speech

©2021, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

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my 10.10 Poetry Anthology: Celebrating 10 in 10 Different Ways 

I've been floored by the generous response to this anthology so far. 

Poets are GOOD people. 😊

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34 comments:

  1. Hahahaha! I grew up in dairy country....oh, yes. As soon as the ground begins to thaw it's time to work that manure into it. And, the fragrance is distinct. I remember years ago on a car drive to my home state, we crossed the state line and I said, "It smells like New York." Which is not at ALL what most people would think as NYC is usually a person's first thought. Great post. Brought back a lot of memories!

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    1. Thanks, Linda! Glad it sparked happy memories. They say the sense of smell is closely linked with memory, probably more so than any of our other senses- even reading about smells! :)

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  2. I spent my early years on a dairy. Then grew up on a pig farm, surrounded by other piggeries, and there is no Eau de Cologne quite like swine scent on a steamy summer's day. I can definitely sympathise with you! (And I will try to take a look at a poetry submission this week. Sorry. I just seem to have too many balls in the air, at the moment! But I've glad you've had so much support!) Also, Dairy Air!😂

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    1. Yes, I knew you could relate, Kat! I would love to read any submission you had to offer, too. :)

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  3. Parfum de poo! Not a favorite, for sure :-) Parts of my hometown have a very pungent cow smell and I've had a "smells like home" feeling after getting a whiff of cow-air. Very happy that you've been receiving lots of subs!

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    1. Yes, Tabatha, parfum has been so strong this week we could almost taste it! Yuck! :)

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  4. I always know when I visit you'll make me smile with your post. Funny about things, I can just about smell those "dairy airs." :D

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    1. Thanks, Jama! Love to make you smile. Apparently I'm not the only one noticing the particular pungent nasal permeation, the local media had a story just yesterday about how strong the farmstead smells are this year. Must be the combo of moisture and temps. When the Swiss complain in the media, you know it is bad! :)

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  5. Your way with words is so clever, Bridget! I think serendipity is a most wondrous thing, even when about "Dairy Air"! First, Kat's book, & I am now reading a fiction book set back in ancient Greece. One of the main characters is a slave & his work is to care for the horses for his master & to pick up the clods of manure. The descriptions are unmerciful, yes, hand & body smelling of "Dairy Air". Your "slurried speech" fits right in!

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    1. Thanks, Linda! Serendipity is fun, even when speaking in 'slurried' phrases. :)

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  6. Alliteration allows for an interesting read, Bridget. While the countryside is lovely, the smell would be too much for me. I remember visiting my high school friend who lived across the street from a farm. On some days the smell was ripe.

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    1. Yes, Carol, ripe it is here at the moment! But it's what makes Switzerland beautiful, green rolling hills dotted with cows. We pay "through the nose" for the view. Hee hee! :)

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  7. Dairy Air - so funny! Your poem and post certainly tickled my senses. I swear I could smell it.

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    1. Thanks, Sally, and I'm sorry. Sometimes you have to plug your nose when reading my poetry! Ha! :)

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  8. This post makes me LAUGH! Dairy Air and the turn of you haiku...So. Much. Perfection.

    I grew up north of a cattle feedlot. When the wind blew from the south, our nostrils filled with the smell of manure and silage. Distinct odiferous memory, that one.

    Thanks for the reminder about your poetry call. Now I know how I'll spend my morning writing times this week!

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    1. Thanks, Mary Lee, I could hear your laughter from here!
      And yay to writing times with my anthology in mind. I can't wait to read your words. :)

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  9. Hahahaha--love this. Funny haiku! Have to say, my husband, a very punny man, makes a "dairy air" pun at any opportunity, like a tv show that mentions a farm. Kind of irrisistible, I guess :>)

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    1. Thanks, Laura! Your husband sounds pun, uh, I mean, fun! :)

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  10. What odorific smells farms bring, such a contrast to their harvest… love your play of words in "Dairy Air" and your appetizing "slurried speech." Well at least spring is coming, I hope, thanks!

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    1. Thanks, Michelle! Yes, we do have beautiful scenery but our 'dairy air' pain is real. :)

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  11. Your funny haiku makes the most of this situation. It's good that the smell is temporary and it's for a good cause. I love "Slurried speech." Now I'll have to consider "smell-o-vision."

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    1. Thanks, Janice! Smell-o-vision would be awesome for yummy things, like cooking/baking shows!

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  12. Thanks for this breath of fresh(???) air!

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    1. You're welcome, Rose. Remember shallow breaths through fertilizing season... :)

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  13. It's not quite a dairy, but we live next door to a sheep farm and there are plenty of beef cattle up and down the road--just enough to give a whiff when we walk by. But the results from the dairy are worth it. Love the haiku with slurried speech. I also used to visit hog farmers on a regular basis--now that needs some smell-o-vision.

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    1. You are in the smell zone, too, Kay! Yes, hog farms are in a olfactory class of their own! :)

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  14. Oh my! Your title is amazing and I love that "slurried speech." I used to live near an intersection literally called "Cow Sh*t Corners." It even had a legit road sign.

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    1. Bwa-ha-ha-ha! OMG, Molly, someone in the planning department of that city had an excellent sense of humor - and apparently, a keen sense of smell for the obvious. Thanks for the LOL. :)

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  15. Ewww, I live in manure country, too, and it's no picnic. :) What a funny-punny post.

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    1. Thanks, Karen! Yes, no picnicking going on at the moment... ;)

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  16. Smelling the dairy-air - I am howling! You are so much fun, Bridget. All of this is too good (well, from my safe distance, so yeah, glad of no smell-o-vision...).

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    1. Thanks, Fran! Safe distances are a good idea on multiple levels at the moment. Thanks for your kind words. :)

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