Grass on the Field
It was hot, and dry, so the grass was all golden brown, and nobody mowed it for a long long time. On the corner, so the back yard was right up the street, but then I heard a mower running, and before I got dressed to go out, they started up a trimmer, too. A couple of boys were clipping the tree, up on ladders, but I saw Ethan leaned way over to push the mower. He was already sweaty, and he had wet spots under his arms, but then he stopped in the corner, pulled it back, and went around to push it up in the corner again, the other way. Then, he turned around, and pulled it one handed, while his big brother Izeah came along behind him with the trimmer. He looked …