Monday, May 5, 2008
Manic Monday: Fresh
One of my favorite smells in this world is fresh cut grass. It's so clean and light. It conjures memories of childhood.
I remember when the grass would go just a little too long without getting cut, my mom would push our ancient Toro lawnmower around the lawn in little paths and leave it for a couple of hours so we kids could play on them. Our little grass paths, with the imagination of children, became roads to cruise on with our pretend cars, complete with cops, stoplights and accidents. Or perhaps those paths were hallways and rooms where we could play house. A family who slept, ate, did homework, went to school and even went to the bathroom! Sometimes it would become a labyrinth where we would get separated from one another and call for help with the drama only the young can muster. The possibilities were as endless as the sky and we were always disappointed when Mom said it was time to mow the paths down and have boring old grass again.
The sweet smell of fresh cut grass makes me happy. As does the memories of youth it churns up.