Everything in and around a flood just stinks. Literally. Then after awhile, you start to just be a mouth breather, and you begin to drown out the smell with sheer determination. Don't get me wrong, it's not horrible, but who wants to take the chance and find out for sure? We do live on an organic farm. There is "organic" all over the place. There has been a warning sign at the end of our road "Warning. Health Hazard! Raw Sewage may exist" or some such thing. But I tell ya, whenever a load of laundry gets opened, and a fresh clean sweatshirt is donned for the new days work, I inhale deeply. Then I do it again just because I'm so glad I can. I smell the scent of clean. Of relief. Of hugs from people who just do what they do because they can. It keeps me going.
|My laundry room after the water receded... sopping wet and muddy.|