It seems like overnight our grass not only came alive, but also started growing like gang busters.  With rain in the forecast, Mike decided it was best to mow the lawn.  I love the smell of cut grass.  It brings back memories of my childhood when my dad insisted on mowing at 8:00 every Saturday morning.  Thinking back, I was NOT amused to be awakened at that hour.  But there is something idyllic about that wonderful smell.