Ooh, that smell.
Can’t you smell that smell?
Ooh that smell.
The smell of death surrounds you, yeah.
~Lynyrd Skynyrd

When we lived in an old farm house, every spring we would smell the stench from some poor critter that died somewhere in the walls of the old house. Now that we’ve moved we are experiencing the same carrion smell. We thought the lovely carrion scent was emanating from under the deck. We have predators of the feline species among us and, upon occasion, they drag their pray under the deck. Instead, that unmistakable smell of dead meat coming from the back yard is actually from the beautiful white blossoms of the Bradford Pear tree! The Bradford Pear is absolutely beautiful but I wish the previous owner of this house didn’t plant it so close to the house and back porch! So every spring the smell of carrion from the tree takes us back to the good old days of spring in the old farm house.

Beautiful white blooms from the Bradford Pear…