We had a thunderstorm last night here in Brooklyn. Prospect Park had a great aroma today. Wet and earthy. The strong Sun was drawing all the moisture out of the ground.
In addition to the smell of the smell of the mud there was the freshly cut grass. It was like a poem for you nose.
This the field that was being mowed. We are in the middle of Brooklyn. You can see the tops of the Ebbits Houses. That is where Ebbits Field used to be. I probabally would have been a Baseball fan if it were still there.