A buzz as though from an over-glutted bee swallows the outdoor air this morning. Ear plugs dull the affront only slightly. I’ve always thought the motors in leaf-blowers and Weed-Eaters were beyond the task and more about a feeling of power—are leaves and grass truly that unyielding?
Yet, a peppermint breeze cools the rain-soaked air.
Once the giant “bee” returns to its hive, the garden air will be pleasant. I often prefer to be indoors when clouds and rain dominate but I remember my grandmother sitting on her screened porch with her coffee on every possible morning—rain or shine, just to be outdoors.
Ahh, now a distant hum is all I hear.
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