One of the things I like about spring and summer is going out to cut the grass. I find it peaceful and calming. I don’t take my cell phone out with me so the only sound I hear are those that occur naturally in the neighborhood. Cars traveling the road in front of the house. The neighbor’s dog barking. An angry robin chirping because I am too close to her nest.
Walking the grid, as I like to call my method of cutting the grass is mindless work. Sometimes my mind wanders as I walk back and forth and sometimes my mind is totally blank. Yes, I can do this.
This year, however, I can not do this simple chore. Doctor’s orders. I cannot push, pull, or life anything five pounds or heaver. My mower weighs more than five pounds. Kathy also has some health problems so she can’t really cut the grass either. What to do?
There are no neighborhood kids looking to make some money over the summer so that is not an option. My neighbors cringe when they look at my lawn which has not been cut yet and then look at theirs which have had several trimmings.
As luck would have it, at the store the other day I happened to glance at the community bulletin board. There was as ad from a college student looking for outside word for the summer. This included cutting grass. I took his information and contacted him.
Yesterday he came and cut our grass. Because of the height, it took 2 1/2 hours, but now the neighbors should be happy. I have made arrangements with the young man to come on a weekly basis. It won’t take nearly as loon next time.
Sometimes you can find more than groceries at the store.