(04-22-2021, 10:03 AM)Jags Wrote: The comforting warmth of the sun’s rays cascading down my back on an otherwise chilly late April morning, while the intoxicating scents of freshly cut grass and winters last few remaining leaves getting mulched and pulverized filling my nostrils.  Listening to relaxing music while the hum of a mower provides peaceful and soothing background bass.  

Until I turn around for the next swipe and can’t see [BLEEP] for the low angle of the sun.  The wind is blowing dried grass and dust in my face and I can’t breath.  I’ll take the good with the bad.