The smell of freshly cut grass is nature’s ‘coffee-is-brewing’ equivalent. An olfactory sign that the dark, dormant days are over; it is time to get-up, put your best foot forward and spring forth into spring.
As I was prone to allergies as a youngster my father would always mow the lawn as the sun was rising, any stray pollen being damped down by the dew. The cut grass smell would be intoxicating and the whole house would burst with the fresh smell of optimism and energy.
As a child, lying in bed that last Sunday morning in March, mourning my lost hour prised from the clutches of British Wintertime Time, I would listen to the sounds of the lawn mower being heaved from the cobwebbed confines of the shed for the first time that year. I would know that summer was finally on its way, and bound down the stairs to help; quite literally full of the joys of spring.
Today, being fortunate enough to live opposite the gorgeous grassy expanses of Peckham Rye Common, my spring wake up call is even more intense. Despite the years that have passed the reaction it triggers is equally profound.
This all-natural True Grace mown-meadow, scented candle - handmade in the English countryside - completely captures that first, bright spring dawn and all the lambent and luminous, light-at-the-end-of the-tunnel emotions it evokes.
