There’s a breeze through the cracked window, and with it an August night, sweet but cut with the bleach smell of lawn chemicals—the scent of manicured suburban yards—and
My favorite nights to grill back in Wichita. Also when a storm was moving in. It was always the best grilling on an evening after mowing the lawn because not only did it smell of fresh cut lawn, but I could grill with peace of mind feeling accomplished.
