“I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to summers in Maine.” ~ Rachel NicholsNo summers on Maine for me instead they were spent in very rural Sussex with my Grandparents. They had a huge lawn, in fact they had a huge garden with little winding paths, Chickens and Pheasants, which my Grandfather breed, a pond, greenhouses and variety of dilapidated but picturesque sheds. They grew flowers and vegetables. Huge blousey roses scented the air and rows of Dahlia’s filled the space with colour and then there was the lawn. Large and green and mowed in perfect stripes. The smell of freshly cut grass always reminds me of those summers.