Sea of Green!

It roared to life. With a gentle lean, we were propelling forward with each step. My fingers began to ache as I hold down on the handle.  Bugs flew out from underneath for fear their shelter was being invaded. The cut became routine each week. Following behind with the sweltering heat cooking my back, I moved forward. Sweat was dripping into my eyes as I fought to find my path.  The clippings were fireworks on the Fourth of July. I sneezed from the smell of the freshly butchered blades. I know next week it will be time to cut the grass again. Next time I'll watch from inside. :)