Slightest Scent

Even with the hum of the EMC landscaper going, I decided to come outside. I’ve never seen a crew take so long to cut such a little patch of grass. I mean Mr. Brown cuts my lawn in half the time with twice as much grass. Oddly enough the wind is blowing out of the southeast this morning while I sit under the shade of the sycamore tree. The ground is still quite saturated from all the rain we got yesterday. But the pay off is my lawn has never looked greener.  

While the leaf blowers add to my already pounding head. I wait patiently for a spark of inspiration to come. But all I can think about is a dream I had last night. It involved seeing an innocent animal slowly die and making the decision to end its life mercifully. It was a hard dream to have to wake from, and it gave me pause as to what it truly meant. But considering the stress I have been suppressing lately, I’m sure its true meaning will come to mind soon enough. 

Well it seems I’ve hit the jackpot today, for just as one lawn crew finishes, yet another crew starts mowing another lawn. But hopefully once they’re finished, I’ll be rewarded with the sweet smell of fresh cut grass. But isn’t that how life often works sometimes. We bear the burdens of life’s trials and tribulations, with no apparent end in sight. But if we remain patient and consistently work through our troubles. Eventually we’ll be rewarded with the slightest scent of the peace we so desire.