The plum-trees were already budding, and the grass smelled of hidden violets.

The grass smelled sweet and damp with dew.

He can feel the breeze, smell the grass.

Sweet grass does not smell much until it is dried.

For the moment it was clear, and the grass in the sunken garden smelled like a soggy bouquet garni.

The night air was not unpleasant, and the grass smelled cool and sweet.

No dew had fallen, but the grass and every shrub smelled new.

In that moment, I remembered how grass smelled on summer afternoons, when I was young and would live forever.

In his mind he could see sunlight on rolling hills, smell the sweet grasses and the herbs of the south.

There were birds singing, and the grass was smelling the way it does, fresh.