The Lighthouse

the lighthouse

02 May 2013

Morning air

The air smelled green this morning.

Somewhere in the distance a lawn mower purred in ever decreasing circles over a front yard. 
Shaggy prunings of grass lay on the library lawn; sparse shavings decorated the sidewalk.
Heat of the morning sun teased aroma of cedar into the air, and my heart was glad.


  1. To your post of yesterday, I left a comment that mentioned liking Anne Morrow Lindbergh's diaries. Your writing style, especially as evidenced in this post, reminds me of hers. Just though I'd let you know.

  2. Thank you, Nancy. What a compliment!