One indication of high spring in the little town I lived in as a boy was the aroma of grass and manure that wafted over from a small farm on the other side of the road we lived on. Very rich indeed. The smell wasn't quite as pleasant in July. The road we lived on, in Cohasset, Mass., was an extension of another Jerusalem Road, this one along the ocean. Those old New Englanders liked their biblical references.
-- Robert Whitcomb