Like that now with a reel mower Word count 432 A family myth is that I was bred to mow the family yard in Northeast Portland Oregon USA. Sometime in autumn (or fall as we called it) the grass would quit growing. At the … Continue reading Autumn Lawns And More
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Summer Green
Word Count 25 The smell of freshly mowed grass sends me back through the years I’ve cut the grass. It smells even better when someone else cuts it. Appears in Nail Polish. Inspired by my life. So far, the shortest published story.