the smell of grass.
earliest memories:
1. The smell of fresh cut grass and the hot plastic of our blow up swimming pool. The pool was turned upside down and I was under it. My father was cutting the lawn. A rock flew out of the lawn mower and hit the house. 1972?
2. A rock-covered riverbed with Mom, Dad, Matt and Maria. Maria was a baby. We had a picnic.
3. Stone fireplace in winter, steaming underwear after coming in from the snow. House on McCloud Rd.
1. The smell of fresh cut grass and the hot plastic of our blow up swimming pool. The pool was turned upside down and I was under it. My father was cutting the lawn. A rock flew out of the lawn mower and hit the house. 1972?
2. A rock-covered riverbed with Mom, Dad, Matt and Maria. Maria was a baby. We had a picnic.
3. Stone fireplace in winter, steaming underwear after coming in from the snow. House on McCloud Rd.
thus spake nbp @ 9:50:00 AM
1 Comments:
At 2:07 PM,
ryan said…
Running up a dirt road in the summer in San Diego and coming upon a rattlesnake. I turned and ran. I don't remember ever running so fast.
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