While I'm busy with my rock tumbler, taking pleasure in turning out and polishing gems like this...

None of life’s fresh smells inhabit a summer cottage, the acerbic smell of uprooted field potatoes, a burning stove and the fumes of not yet dried-out socks.

... other people are also breathing new life into things. In a very literal sense. I couldn't go another day without congratulating the Junipers. Glad you're here to open your eyes, kid. What awesome things there are to see. Listen to your folks; they'll teach you where to start looking.