The Smell of Sawdust

Today, they mulched the flower beds in front of the administration building with fresh wood chips.  I was walking by and had to stop and sniff.  The fresh wood chips had such a strong smell of sawdust.  It was a bit of a nostalgic moment; I grew up in the little unincorporated dot-on-the-map called Sawdust.  Also, my dad's a carpenter, so I grew up falling asleep to the distant sound of a table saw and router out in his shop behind the house.  The smell of sawdust always makes me think of home. :)

Also making me think of home, today is my grandmother's 82nd birthday.  Happy birthday to Carol Phillips in Marmaduke, Arkansas!  Here's an old photo of my brother and me sitting with her on the porch many years ago. :)