Nothing Like It

The smell of freshly cut grass on a nice warm summers evening with clear deep blue skies. It just sort of makes everything in my little world seem right.

Get home to be met by Marie with her tail wagging away and my dearest potting the last of her hanging baskets.

Then I look at my lawn and wished I had nicked the guys tractor to do my own. Never mind the weekend is coming so plenty of time for that, watching the British Grand Prix and cleaning the cars. Wonder if my own freshly cut grass will smell as good.

Oh and I have try try and make muffins. Something to do with Brownies I am told. A mans work is never done.