I know some people who absolutely adore the smell of a freshly trimmed lawn. It reminds them that the weather is nice (when global warming isn’t in full swing), pools are opening, and that the ice cream man will soon be making his rounds and blaring his
eerie cheerful tunes.
Me? I absolutely loathe it. The smell reminds me of taking two DayQuils immediately upon waking up, scratching the bejesus out of my eyes until my corneas are obliterated, and practically sneezing my face all the way off.
I mean, whose immune system is dim-witted enough to think pollen and mold are scheming to kill ’em? Oh, right… mine.