fresh clean smell drifts by
brings be back to my childhood
scent ~ freshly cut grass
Posted by siggiofmaine in Haiku Heights, Memoir
November 4, 2013 at 7:56 pm
Tis true, the first cut of spring releases the memories 🙂
The Laughing Housewife
November 4, 2013 at 3:51 am
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