We are blessed to live in a valley where one can grow fruit. In spring, the blossoms scent the air. In autumn, it is the fruit itself which makes every breath a pleasure to the senses (and bring the bears down from the hills but we won't think about that.) When I step out on my back deck, the fragrance of grapes mingled with sweet peas (they finally started to grow) fills the air. Sometimes when the breeze is right, the scent of fresh apple wafts over from the nearby packing plant.
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