It hit us the moment we closed the front door.
It’s pungent, fresh, and unique scent tickled our noses.
Like two bloodhounds on a trail, we followed the scent until it lead us to the source.
Piles of freshly cut grass standing tall and in single file greeted Roxy and me this morning.
If ever I’ve doubted if scents can act as powerful memory triggers, today proved this to be true.
As Roxy tugged at her leash, ready to dive into one of the piles, I stood motionless.
Hundreds of images flashing before my eyes; like a slide show on maximum speed.
Daddy pushing the man-powered lawn mover, happily whistling, and wiping the sweat from his brow.
My sister and I laying on freshly mowed grass, watching clouds form animal shapes as they slowly drift by.
My friends and I camping in the backyard, sitting in a circle, patiently waiting for the 8 ball to silently answer our questions. “Does Johnny like me?” “Will my parents divorce?” “Will I get a new dog?” “Will I make the cheerleading squad?”
My sister and I raking the grass with our fingers, searching for ladybugs to place in a jar, giggling as they try to escape.
Our newly bathed dog, Wolfy, rubbing his fur in the grass, desperately trying to rid himself of the smell of shampoo.
My youngest sister and I, walking barefoot in the yard, feeling the freshly cut blades of grass tickling our feet.
My sisters and I, running under the sprinklers, wearing bright pink bathing suits emblazoned with Minnie Mouse’s face, laughing as the we dash from side to side.
Roxy tugs at the leash once more, and suddenly I’m back.
I’m standing in a pile of freshly cut grass.
I hear loud voices and realize the workmen across the street are yelling at me.
“Get off the grass!”
Back to the present.
No longer do I hear a click.
No more slides of happy memories from the past.
And yet there’s bounce in my step as I begin our walk.
My newly energized spirit leading the way.