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May 17, 2002
As the fresh cut grass permeates in the humid, breeze-strewn air, swiftly the shower of petals descends through their diagonal routes. Never was it as dim in brightness than yesterday and disappointing to be mired in the same lack of rain. Half the garden is in bloom and cut grass lines the troughs besides the mound where the new plant life grows. The lawn is just as soft to tread before the cutters came and yet the yard looks cleaner, manicured and not interfering with the setting as much. I wonder when the tiger lilies will bloom and sunflowers grow.