rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Raking

Raking wet leaves from the lawn on a foggy day, I notice their different scents; the oak leaves, sharp and woody, the walnut leaves, tangy and slightly sweet. Then there is the scent of the grass, bruised by the passing rake, and the smell of fog in the chill air. And, under it all, the rich aroma of damp earth, filled with anticipation for the distant promise of spring.
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