Anne's Daily Encounters

By dutchdelight

Mowing the lawn

The roaring machine got my attention and I got my blip. 

And now this image of cutting grass short,  reminds me of my last night's dream; of falling trees around me...That I can refer to the storms of the days prior, when the tall trees in my neighbourhood were swaying heavily; none fell over. Only now I fear, that my dream indicates that the city council may decide to cut those tall and beautiful trees for safety reasons.  

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