Growing up we used to help rake the dead leaves in the yard in to a big pile every fall. At the end we got to jump into the piles and play as a reward for helping. The leaves had a sweet decaying smell to them.
that lawn mowing guy who goes around to neglected/abandoned houses. i dont support grass lawnsπ and love long grasses with lots of bugs and whatnot but maybe its the sound of the mower/weed wacker that just always knocks me out? like being a kid taking a midday nap in summer while everyone tends to the yard work
Poetically, this was going to be the last date before I delete Hinge and take a break for a few months.
Message received, loud and clear π«‘
On the bright side, I did get to see this bathroom with two stand mixers and a printer in it
