A Route Through the Grass

My feet couldn't stay on the porch for another minute! I hopped down the wooden steps and waddled straight onto the stone garden path. Tall blades of green grass were drooping across the walkway, threatening to slow down future pizza deliveries! I grabbed a smooth wooden ice cream stick lying near the flower bed with both wings. Using the flat edge like an explorer's machete, I pressed and swept the leaning stems back against the garden soil. Step by step, the stone path opened up, wide, clear, and ready for swift foot traffic!