Grass is Green

Grass is Green

So.
I noticed that lots of girlies like to write letters to their future husbands.
Well.
My future husband is already going to know I'm weird. So. I want my kids to know what a nut I really am. Therefore. I shall write to them. How does that sound? Pretty nifffty eh?

Dear off-spring.

Your mother has never mowed a lawn.

That's right never. In my eighteen years.

On May mornings such as today... It reminds me how deprived I am.

Wannnna know why? Well you see, I have allergies.

Stupid pollin.

Grass makes me itch and sneeze. Ew.

Anywayyys.

Back to lawn mowing. I tried to mow my brothers head once.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

I hope someday you are allergy-free. And that you can run. and laugh. and play in the grass without one single sneeze. That's my dream.

Also. If I name you something weird just forgive me. It'll give you character.

"That though the radiance which was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind." -William Wadsworth