CAN YOU SMELL THAT SMELL

It's a windy and down-right cold day and the girls and I were at the playground across the street from our building. The city was cutting the grass there (with a real gas-powered lawn mower... you'd have to live here to fully appreciate that.... normally, they cut grass either with a sling blade or a weed-eater). It smelled divine! Cut grass mingled with a hint-o-gasoline... ah!! All 3 of us (even at their young ages) were reminded of things and kept saying, "this smells like......"


Both girls agreed it "smelled like Papa because he was ALWAYS cutting grass." I thought it just smelled like South Carolina in the spring. Both were pretty great memories! By the way, there's Papa on his mower.... one of his favorite places and how about that great drawing, courtesy of Plan 59 (http://www.plan59.com/) ...I love that site!