I watch it grow,
in fact sometimes I can hear it,
I can hear it laughing at me,
taunting me
saying things like
"I dare you to cut me."
and... "my roots are that deep you grass cutting creep."

(Just like me, my grass loves alliteration!)

So I just watch it grow, and grow, and grow.
This much I know,
it's Saturday morning
and without alarm or warning
I'll be out there,
for my allotted two hours
making that mower shower
the freshly shorn clippings.

I just love that smell!

08/03/2013