Nasty

The Bag Lady is slowly getting her computer back to normal. She is still mourning the loss of a few programs, but will eventually find something to replace them. Apparently there are word processing packages that can be downloaded from the Internet, so she will eventually try that solution.

She's been casting about for something to share with you today, and hasn't come up with very much! The weather here has warmed up enough that she has the window beside her open, and is listening to the birds heralding the rising sun! There is a flock of redpolls sitting in a little tree outside her window, and they are trilling and calling to each other. One of the best things about living in the country is that you can hear, see, and smell nature. Although the smelling part is sometimes not all it's cracked up to be! Fortunately, it's still too early for the worst of the odours. In a few weeks when the winter pile-up of manure starts to thaw, the smell will be unpleasant, to say the least! The Cowboy's uncle used to say it was the smell of money, but in these times of poor cattle prices, the Bag Lady says it's the smell of money down the drain....

But the Bag Lady is grateful for the ability to smell. Leah, over at the Goat's Lunch Pail (link in the sidebar) mentioned olfactory senses in her Gratitude Monday post yesterday, and it got the Bag Lady thinking about odours. She posted awhile ago about her favourite smells, but today she is thinking about the most offensive. One of the worst smells, to her, is the smell of horse manure. To her mind, it is worse than cow manure, which is quite unpleasant in it's own right!
Other odours she hates are garbage, vomit, and car exhaust.

What are your least favourite smells?

**the Bag Lady is really scraping the bottom of the barrel with this post, isn't she?**