Unlike what the rest of the world thinks, the Sound of Music is not Austria’s national film – barely anyone has even heard of it, let alone watched it!
To be fair, in Austria, the hills are alive with the sound of music, mostly the accordion, however in spring in the country, the hills come alive with something else entirely… they come alive with the smell of poo.
One of the things I love about the small town where I live are the pockets of green in amongst the houses. And I’m not talking about a small park or two, I’m talking about huge paddocks of crops separating one small village from the next. This means being able to walk out your door and be in town in 10 minutes, passing scenic fields and streams along the way.
The main crops are wheat and corn, and like all good farmers, come spring, it’s time to fertilize – and fertilize they do! Hanging out your washing is not always an option, neither is opening windows at certain times – there’s no fresh air out there!
Occasionally I’ve been caught unawares out jogging, struggling to breath and heaving my way in between two particularly pungent fields. Often it just hangs around for a few days. Unless there’s strong wind or rain to push it out of the valley or into the ground, there’s just an aromatic waiting period to be endured until the air clears again.
But I wouldn’t trade it for the city any day! Embrace the poo!