They cut the grass on the Common yesterday. The air was full of Nature’s perfumed pain. A small patch of beauty was intentionally by-passed by the sensitive heart of the mower-driver. I felt a sense of hope and belief.
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Such a poignant description.
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Thank you Lynette. It was one of those actions that touched something deep inside.
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I often cut around some flowering (weeds) bits in the yard. I’m glad I’m not alone in that practice. That’s a great photo, Don.
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You have a good heart, Dan.
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It was a lovely gift to all. Thank you mower drivers. I love that phrase you used “Nature’s perfumed pain”. That is so descriptive of a freshly cut lawn. Lovely.
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Thank you, LuAnne. Glad you enjoyed the phrase.
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