something for fun
I am trying to get back into a writing mode. short stories and that kind of thing. here is one I wrote this afternoon. A glorious spring day, blossoms scenting the air with a lovely fragrance, bumble bees sampling each bud. Lawnmower started, one pull of the rope. Gentle push, and the big wheels start to turn. Swathing a wide path through the densely populated lawn that ants refer to as a forest. Deck raised high, this is the first cut of the year, may need to mow the lawn twice this week. The sanguine aroma of fresh cut grass. The memory it brings of childhood days pushing the reel mower to cut lawn for pocket change to go to the picture show or get an ice cream soda at the five and dime. Hated sharpening the blades on that darn mower. Would do it again. Digging