Grass.

It's that time of year.

Cool nights.

Warm days.

Warm days that gently bake the grass.

September.

Do yourself a favor today. Go outside around midafternoon, find a large patch of turf, stand still, close your eyes, look up, and "be the ball ...", no wait, that's something else ... just inhale deeply through the nose, filling your chest with nature's seasonal perfume.

James Taylor, "September Grass"