I awoke this morning to the jarring sound of multiple machines going at the same time . Not recognizing this loud piercing noise , I glanced out my bedroom window . An entire team of leaf blowers , lawn mowers and seed sowers were assembled right below my bedroom window taking care of our lawn .
And it begins .
For the rest of the morning and early afternoon , that sound echoed inside my head , as they went from one home to another . I grimaced , not only with pain , but with memories of summers past and the lack of sleep they have caused .
And it begins .
There is nothing worse than working all night , getting off work at 6:30 a.m. and trying to lay down to sleep and . . . . the symphony arrives to mow every single home in the neighborhood ! Oh , the sleep I have lost because of them .
And it begins .
This morning my heart sank remembering those old days . The headaches that would last all day . The tossing and turning of a restless sleep . Do they have to come so early in the morning ?
And it begins .
You can always tell that summer is coming . The girls that come out way ahead of their time , smoking on a cold April day . Suddenly , watermelon sits front and center at the fruit markets . Saturday mornings , people working in their yards . . . . mowing their lawns .
And so it begins .
Have a Blessed day everyone.
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