The lawnmower is broken and the grass is way too long. But I don’t care because instead of fresh-cut grass, we’ve got a carpet of daisies basking in the sunshine.
It’s finally springtime and I’m jumping for joy.
52 Weeks of Us
The lawnmower is broken and the grass is way too long. But I don’t care because instead of fresh-cut grass, we’ve got a carpet of daisies basking in the sunshine.
It’s finally springtime and I’m jumping for joy.
