On my way home from work today I bought some fresh gasoline for my lawn mower. After bringing my things inside I attempted to start my lawnmower. I did the happy dance when the motor roared to life after the fifth pull. I set to work mowing the grass, the weeds, some buck thorn, some garlic mustard, some poison ivy, some black berry brambles and some branches. Oh, the smell of fresh cut grass. If the smell of fresh cut grass could be bottled I would certainly wear perfume again.
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