Saturday Centus – Week 6

Here is my entry for Saturday Centus – Week 6. The prompt is set in bold.


I have lived in the country for quite some time now and had many opportunities to smell grass in various conditions. The smell of the grass drying on the meadows up in the mountains where I spent almost all of my childhood holidays is one of the strongest memories that stick with me to this day.
A few days ago when I walked home from the bus stop, my mind was suddenly flooded by images of cows and a half wild cat and an unheated house. I stopped and looked around me. Then I smiled.

It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades, even lifetimes. And it’s strong enough to bring back memories.

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