By tondrijfhamer

Mowing alone.

I mowed my lawn early in the evening.
It was a chore I hesitated to do for the past few days because I knew it would be no fun.
Normally Spike would accompany me when I work in the garden, but not anymore.
I missed my buddy while pushing the mower over the grass. No fun at all.
It’s been over a week now, but every now and again I still have my difficult moments.
Moments like this.

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