As I walked outside a deliciously warm, ripply breeze tossed my hair and made the long, sleek grass sway and dance. Trees whispered as the breeze tossed its leaves; and azure skies mingled with whimsical, pure-white clouds.
The lawnmower continued to hum and the fresh grass scent floated about. A young girl came running up to her mother wrapped in a pink towel: she smelt like chlorine and fresh grass. Her mother embraced her and whispered a few words. Smiling, hand-in-hand, they ran in side and came back with sweet, sticky, scrumptious ice cream in hand. ::thanks, summer, for coming.::
I'm entering the photo above in little something's photo challenge. :) aren't strawberries the definition of sweetness?!
--acacia (ahh cass ee ahh)
P.S. thought you'd like to know: summer starts March 27th in England.