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Another fine article, Sharon, well written and well researched as always. We didn't have a root cellar, but relatives whom we'd visit did have them, so I'm at least familiar with them. However, we did have a basement at the house I grew up in and it had a dirt floor, none of these posh basements like today. It was mainly used to store the porch furniture, pots of flowers and tools. I remember the smell of it to this day. Certain odors are so evocative, don't you think? Mums are all about funerals. My mother's perfurme, my grandmother's face powder, my grandfather's Old Spice.
Good Morning, Hemophobic,
I am glad you appreciated the "scent" that wafted from the article, just as I hoped you would do. Nearly every time I dig a hole to plant a flower, and smell the earth, I remember that old root cellar. I never did out grow the door opening, so I entered it many times over the years until sometime in the 70's and it was no longer. But still I remember.
Same with the scent of flowers, just like you.
Thank you for writing, and I hope your day is filled with sunshine and good memories.