Frank,
I can relate to the feeling. Having grown up in Wisconsin there was nothing like the first smell of cut grass in the spring. I can literally close my eyes and smell it right now, it's that distinct in my mind. Now, living Texas where the change of seasons isn't as defined it's these little things that I miss the most.
Thank you for helping to conjure up a great memory Frank. Enjoy your weekend and hopefully a ride on your "two wheeler"!!
Scott