I'm going to live where the green grass grows

I never thought i would hear that noise come from outside our window, and i never thought that noise would bring me so much joy. That noise means i can walk barefoot across our yard, i can wash the windows and screens and know they won't get dusty in an hour, i can look out our windows and see a sea of bright green instead of dull brown. That noise means we have grass! TJ is mowing the grass as i type. It is a sound i have been yearning for and dreaming about. I'm going to live where the green grass grows. . .