That smell is in the air.
Hill farm hayfields,gouache
Especially at dawn and dusk I smell fresh cut grass. Along the highways and back roads the fields are striped with swaths of it, lying in fluffed, pillowed rows.
In my Champlain Valley neighborhood the flat bottom land allows for long, easy to mow hayfields.
Freshly cut, the alfalfa, trefoil and grasses lie flat, but before this grass become hay it is handled many times. It is wuffled by the tedder, raked into windrows, and finally baled or rolled or stacked for storage.