Monday, March 04, 2019

Flower Killer

I felt like I was mowing down someone's flower garden when I was cutting grass, Saturday. There were millions of purple, yellow and white flowers in all hues covering thousands of square feet. I almost felt bad about it.

Ambient temperature was warm, but you could feel cooler air starting late in the afternoon. It feels like I just quit cutting a few weeks ago. The temperature wasn't far off from the last time it was cut.

A week has passed since the last entry on this thing. The break was kind of an experiment. I sorta missed it. It's like having someone to talk with that you don't have to impress and that doesn't want to interrupt and tell you what they think; the only thing they're waiting on is what you have to say next.