Well I did it and I am sure John is cussing our neighbor for showing me how to start the lawn mower. And now that I think about it what a clever move by David to get yard of the month yet again, very sneaky. So the grass cutting was surprisingly not something I enjoyed as much as I remembered. I like the smell of fresh cut grass but not in my hair and on my clothes. I think I consumed at least 3 bugs and I had to use my precious nap time minuets to do this chore. Not to mention nap time is around 2:00 the hottest part of a GA day.
I never realized how hard it is to push a freaking push mower. Maybe this is because our mower is so old, I only have myself to blame if I would have known the new mower John tried to get was a NEED and not a W
ANT I would have let him get it. I suppose I was spoiled by the riding lawn mower growing up. But I blame this for my few problem areas on the lawn. It seemed like the higher the grass the harder it was to push so I got "stuck" a couple places leaving a few, hmm we will call them rough patches. And I did have cars stopping while I was struggling not offering to help but instead smirking. Then (like I always do) learning from my mistakes I just avoided the other high areas. I realized right as I was finishing up the front yard the mower was starting to slow down, I tried to speed up to finish the job but the dang thing ran outta gas. Now I am a strong believer that everything happens for a reason so I took this as a sign it was time to stop. As I stood in the front of my freshly cut grass glistening like a pig and smelling like a boy I felt good, the grass was cut. Maybe not in a straight line or any elaborate pattern but I did it. Now I will hire someone the next time. (Actually in this picture it dosnt look that bad!)
ANT I would have let him get it. I suppose I was spoiled by the riding lawn mower growing up. But I blame this for my few problem areas on the lawn. It seemed like the higher the grass the harder it was to push so I got "stuck" a couple places leaving a few, hmm we will call them rough patches. And I did have cars stopping while I was struggling not offering to help but instead smirking. Then (like I always do) learning from my mistakes I just avoided the other high areas. I realized right as I was finishing up the front yard the mower was starting to slow down, I tried to speed up to finish the job but the dang thing ran outta gas. Now I am a strong believer that everything happens for a reason so I took this as a sign it was time to stop. As I stood in the front of my freshly cut grass glistening like a pig and smelling like a boy I felt good, the grass was cut. Maybe not in a straight line or any elaborate pattern but I did it. Now I will hire someone the next time. (Actually in this picture it dosnt look that bad!)
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