It’s not even 9AM on lawn-mow Wednesday, and the guy to whom I pay a fortune is out there, chasing me off my quiet porch and ruining my second cup of coffee. Much as I love the smell of fresh-mowed green, I have to get inside, away from the roar.
All things
have their cost
even heaven
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Haibun Wednesday
~ pick a sense ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
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I can identify. They always seem to come at the most inconvenient hour
Lady across the street from me. Every single week. Her grass must grow quicker than mine.
😂 made me laugh.
Haha! Never mind; you got a poem from it 🙂
I love that smell, too. It has a name.
Just Googled it and I couldn’t find it but I did learn that grass on one side of the lawn knows what’s coming and is prepared to resist, and now I have to call a paver to cement my lawn because the Day of the Triffids is almost upon us…
Who knew there was a name for this…which I love as well!
https://www.livescience.com/65400-why-freshly-cut-grass-smells-good.html
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