The blades tickle my nose as I lay in the yard. It is late enough that the heat of the day is being blown away by a cool wind. The earthy smell of the soil, and that distinct smell that only comes from grass lulls me into a contented sleep.
Living and Writing…One Adventure at a Time
The blades tickle my nose as I lay in the yard. It is late enough that the heat of the day is being blown away by a cool wind. The earthy smell of the soil, and that distinct smell that only comes from grass lulls me into a contented sleep.