Beyond Blades of Grass

The other night, mowing my lawn for the first time this spring, I was instantly transported back to my childhood.

“I love that smell,” I later said to my fiancée, and didn’t have to explain; we were two suburban-raised Minnesota kids for whom the scent of freshly cut grass has long confirmed winter’s end. Xre 2bLike many an American teenager, I had a monopoly on mowing my neighborhood’s lawns, coming…

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