Memories

Walking to the bus stop after work last evening I realized something- the smell of freshly cut grass is going to remind me of summers at the cottage on PEI. More exactly always going to remind me of days spent at the beach that ended with climbing the rickety wooden or metal stairs only to run across freshly cut lawns in a futile effort to avoid getting grass clippings stuck to my wet feet. The run would be followed by a trip to the outdoor faucet to rinse of the mixture of sand, red clay and grass though it was inevitable that I'd miss a spot on the back of my leg or heel and end up with grass and sand in my bunkbed.

Those were the days.