My how I love your aroma when you've just had a trim...so crisp and clean. It reminds me of when my Dad used to cut the yard, meanwhile we would swing from the trees and bound off the trampoline into your unavoidable staining gift. My feet were always painted green with the stroke of each grass leaf. The roar of the mower couldn't overpower our laughter {high pitch squeals}...the crunch of the invigorating watermelon {sometimes rind}...or even the constant streaming of the sprinklers {with a few kids passing through...}. Good times!
Thanks for paying me a visit today.
P.S. Next time I could do without the hives, so please leave your un-pigmented friends behind...
7 Friendly Remarks:
You have hives? Yikes, that's no fun, my mom had hives once and she was so completely miserable, I hope you get feeling better soon. Though I loved reading about grass, it is just plain happy isn't it, well minus hives of course!
Oh, lovely grass! This post made me yearn for spring!
Okay miss poet, I've never read anything so beautiful about grass!
You are so cute! This is so you! I miss you!
Oohh, I so love that. Makes me want summer this instant. Sounds so wonderful!
Tiff, you should write a book or something. I remember those days in the backyard. Good times, they were. We went on a walk today and I smelled fresh cut grass...it was magical...lol!!
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