second cutting

 

and in our immediate area, may well be the last cutting. we are in a drought very early this year.

 

 

The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.
— Charles Dickens said that said