It seems like overnight our grass not only came alive, but also started growing like gang busters. With rain in the forecast, Mike decided it was best to mow the lawn. I love the smell of cut grass. It brings back memories of my childhood when my dad insisted on mowing at 8:00 every Saturday morning. Thinking back, I was NOT amused to be awakened at that hour. But there is something idyllic about that wonderful smell.
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