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It wafts in through the open windows, that smell of fresh cut grass in the spring. You can't shake it. You don't want to shake it. It's calling you outside, making you ignore all there is to do inside on those hardwood floors that get so messy so fast. That stuff isn't going anywhere, though. And, that spring day, it is. If you don't act fast, it's gone.
There's a garden to be planted, grass to be mowed, flowers to be smelled. You stand back and admire it all. Watch the bees buzzing around the chives and hear the birds chirping to their babies in the nest. They're not there forever.
And, those damn dust bunnies. They are.