Yard Care

When we bought the New House we also went shopping for a lawnmower. Being the types of people that Hubby and I are, we bought a top of the line lawnmower as well as a weed wacker.

Now, I had never mown a lawn in my life to that point. Hubby’s best friend Stud Boy had shown me how to operate a lawn mower and weed wacker the month before the buy so I at least knew where the starter would be found, but that was the full extent of my lawn mowing experience.

The first time the lawn needed to be mown my mom was up helping out and she mowed it. Good enough.

The next week there was no one to save me and I bucked up and did it. I didn’t care for it very much.

The next week it needed to be mown AGAIN and I found this fact not only unwelcome but downright objectionable. I decided then that the lawn really only needed to be mown every other week.

As the second week came to a close I had to face reality: I was never going to mow the lawn again for as long as I lived. It was that simple.

I accepted this fact rather more easily and with rather more grace than did Hubby, whose moaning over what we were going to lose selling a used lawnmower that had 3 hours on it was most unbecoming. And pointless (refer to previous paragraph).

We now have a lawn service. They come every other week. Sometimes my grass is long. Sometimes my grass is short. Once a month there’s a bill in my mailbox. And all’s right with the world.