Chris
I love those reminders from our lived experiences that punctuate the year. The smell of cut grass always reminds me of summer on the field at primary school.
Soon I'll start hearing the drums of Friday night as the high school band announces the local team to the field. My sons played back in 05 so it takes me back. We live close enuff to hear the announcer and hear the cheers but far enuff not to be affected by the traffic.