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Originally Posted by Villages PL
NOTHING
Did I say, "NOTHING"? There's "nothing" like the smell of burning leaves. Cough....cough. When I was a kid in CT, I would rake leaves and then burn them in the back yard.
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To this day, if I smell burning leaves, I am instantly transported 60 years into the past, to my grandparents' home in Connecticut. We would rake the leaves into big piles and the youngsters would jump into the piles. Then we would burn them. Apple cider... Warm apple pie with a slice of "rat" cheese (sharp cheddar)... Good memories.