Driving through Flackville almost into Canton the air has a strong cent that paralyzed my nose, not one of those of a morning fresh breeze, not the calming fragrance of Fresh hay but that of fresh Crap! the putred smell has me wondering if i'll ever be able to smell the same way again. There to my surprise i see the tractor launching globs of steaming fresh fertalizer al over his field. Before i knew it, the morning breeze is back.