I spent some pleasant hours mowing with John Deere. Along with soothing breezes, the bright sunshine was made more comfortable by summer haze. I kept singing to myself about "The Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer."
As I drove John Deere to his garden house, l passed a cloud of purple---my huge clematis vine! Suddenly the breeze turned hefty, blowing purple petals all around me. In my head the music changed to "Purple Rain."
I think I heard the boy Tom Sawyer whisper to me from my childhood book, and he was right: "If it's fun, it isn't work."
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As I drove John Deere to his garden house, l passed a cloud of purple---my huge clematis vine! Suddenly the breeze turned hefty, blowing purple petals all around me. In my head the music changed to "Purple Rain."
I think I heard the boy Tom Sawyer whisper to me from my childhood book, and he was right: "If it's fun, it isn't work."
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