Native Places: Smells like Rain

Smells like Rain The hunter sat waiting and looking up in a beech-wood. “The leaves were whispering faintly over my head,” wrote Ivan Turgenev. “You could have told the time of year from their whisper alone.” “Partly cloudy, wind NNW, 62F,” a weather app might have reported. But there was no weather app. Turgenev wrote … Continue reading Native Places: Smells like Rain