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Grandfather
smiled
in
his
sleep
.
Feeling
the
smile
and
wondering
why
it
was
there
,
he
awoke
.
He
lay
quietly
listening
,
and
the
smile
was
explained
.
For
he
heard
a
sound
which
was
far
more
important
than
birds
or
the
rustle
of
new
leaves
.
Once
each
year
he
woke
this
way
and
lay
waiting
for
the
sound
which
meant
that
summer
had
officially
begun
.
And
it
began
on
a
morning
such
as
this
when
a
boarder
,
a
nephew
,
a
cousin
,
a
son
or
a
grandson
came
out
on
the
lawn
below
and
moved
in
consecutively
smaller
quadrangles
north
and
east
and
south
and
west
with
a
clatter
of
rotating
metal
through
the
sweet
summer
grass
.
Clover
blossoms
,
the
few
unharvested
dandelion
fires
,
ante
,
sticks
,
pebbles
,
remnants
of
last
year
’
s
July
Fourth
squibs
and
punks
,
but
predominantly
clear
green
,
a
fount
leaped
up
from
the
chattering
mower
.
A
cool
soft
fount
;
Grandfather
imagined
it
tickling
his
legs
,
spraying
his
warm
face
,
filling
his
nostrils
with
the
timeless
scent
of
a
new
season
begun
,
with
the
promise
that
,
yes
,
we
’
ll
all
live
another
twelve
months
.
God
bless
the
lawn
mower
,
he
thought
.
Who
was
the
fool
who
made
January
first
New
Year
’
s
Day
No
,
they
should
set
a
man
to
watch
the
grasses
across
a
million
Illinois
,
Ohio
,
and
Iowa
lawns
,
and
on
that
morning
when
it
was
long
enough
for
cutting
,
instead
of
rachets
and
hems
and
yelling
,
there
should
be
a
great
swelling
symphony
of
lawn
mowers
reaping
fresh
grass
upon
the
prairie
lands
.
Instead
of
confetti
and
serpentine
,
people
should
throw
grass
spray
at
each
other
on
the
one
day
each
year
that
really
represents
Beginning
!
He
snorted
at
his
own
lengthy
discussion
of
the
affair
,
went
to
the
window
and
leaned
out
into
the
mellow
sun
shine
,
and
sure
enough
,
there
was
a
boarder
,
a
young
newspaperman
named
Forrester
,
just
finishing
a
row
.
"
Morning
,
Mr
.
Spaulding
!
"
"
Give
’
em
hell
,
Bill
!
"
cried
Grandpa
heartily
,
and
soon
downstairs
eating
Grandma
’
s
breakfast
,
with
the
window
open
so
the
rattling
buzz
of
the
lawn
mower
lolled
about
his
eating
.
"
It
gives
you
confidence
,
"
Grandpa
said
.
"
That
lawn
mower
.
Listen
to
it
!
"
"
Won
’
t
be
using
the
lawn
mower
much
longer
.
"
Grandma
set
down
a
stack
of
wheat
cakes
.
"
They
got
a
new
kind
of
grass
Bill
Forrester
’
s
putting
in
this
morning
,
never
needs
cutting
.
Don
’
t
know
what
they
call
it
,
but
it
just
grows
so
long
and
no
longer
.
"
