The Sick Sense

A strip of gradient blue separates the silhouette of the rolling horizon and the sky which is like a floodlight covered in black velvet punctured by a thousand needles. A melancholy country song plays on my radio and my mind is lost in an imaginative daydream. Suddenly my senses are overloaded by the smell of spring in the North Country. As I drive by the corn field I am reminded of why I was so anxious for my town turn into a frozen tundra. That smell was not the sweet aroma of daisies and dandelions; on the contrary it was "fertilizer"! Can somebody please tell me why with all the technology we have we can't find an odor neutralized for freaken fertilizer. Yet another perfectly good spring evening ruined by the cornfield farmers of NY. I don't know if you noticed but it (corn) comes in a can now, on a shelf, in a store. And that whole corn maize maze thing is fun but its not worth the 6 months of stench. But the farmers are here to stay, so grab your grandma's clothespin and get ready for some summer fun.
j.