the smell of cedar

Greg Fallis

On my Thursday Walk I passed this storage facility for a wood-chipping company (which is much bigger than it looks--that scrub tree on the right is about ten feet tall). Behind me was a brook and a bit of marsh, and red-winged blackbirds were making their oily musical screeching. The air was filled with the smell of fresh cedar.

I didn't see a single crow. But I suspect they were watching me.

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