It never fails to make me feel better to smell a freshly mown lawn. My mower went under in the floods so I’ve splurged on a mower man who comes once a month. On a weekday morning, I hear the whippersnipper fire up when I’m in the shower. The mowers are going when I’m blow drying my hair. And by the time I am dressed and walk out to the kitchen – I look out on my lovely, looked after backyard. Somehow it looks more ‘clean’.
Something that makes me happy
11 Thursday Oct 2012