Tuesday, June 9, 2015
When it comes to mowing the lawn, I must say that I am not a slave to my mower. It is not that I don’t enjoy cutting the grass. I do. I cut it once a week. I know that some people like to cut theirs tow or more times a week. I am not one of them. There are too many other things to do that once is all the time I am willing to devote to this task.
I usually like to cut the grass on a Monday so that the front yard looks good for the week. Some would rather do it on Friday so it looks good for the weekend. Fine. It usually takes me around an hour and a half to to the front and back. Because of the way out property is set up I use a push mower rather than a riding mower.
I do enjoy my time outside. I get lost in my own little world. I never know who or what I will see when I am cutting the grass. Yesterday someone honked their horn at me as I was walking back and forth. Since I was facing away from the car I just waved. I have no idea who I waved at or even if that honk was for me. Oh well.
Sometimes I will see squirrels or baby bunnies out back while I am cutting the grass. They always scamper away for safe keeping when they hear me coming.
I can’t say that I always cut the grass the same way. Out front we our yard banks down to the street. This part I always do first because it is the most taxing easing the mower over the bank and then pulling it back up. I like to do this before I get too tired.
When the bank is done I work on the rest of the front. Sometimes I start at the street end and work toward the house. Other times I start at the house and work toward the street. Sometimes I get all crazy and go along the street side, up our neighbor’s side, across the front of the house, and down the driveway side creating a rectangle of grass that gets smaller with each rotation I make. This is the pattern I used yesterday.
There were storms predicted for the afternoon so I thought I would get the grass cut before they started. I was doing my rotations and was almost done when I looked up and saw Kathy standing of the porch and frantically waving her arms. Of course I stopped mowing to see what was wrong.
“Stop mowing and get in the house immediately,” she shouted.
Of course my intelligent reply was, “Huh?”
“The news is on and there are tornado warnings for the area, ” she said. “They are telling everyone to get in and get to a safe place immediately.”
“But I only have two more swipes to finish.”
“It will keep.”
So, my dilemma, do I go in or finish? This picture shows my decision.
My front yard is now sporting a mohawk. I don’t know. I think it makes a statement although I would rather not know what some people might think that statement is.