How do you know it’s summer in the Great White North?
Well, for one, when the lawn needs mowing again after just 4 or 5 days since the room mate mowed. And, despite being 47 degrees at dawn, and having barely surpassed 50 degrees for the last week or so, at 2pm when you go out to take your turn at mowing the lawn it is 70 degrees and you, still thinking it would be cold, dressed in a tee shirt and long sleeve denim over shirt and pants. By the time you are done, you are totally drenched in sweat.
How much lawn is too much lawn?
When it takes you three hours to mow the lawn, including three breaks to refill the mower’s gas can, and when you can stand at the top of the hill at the far edge of the back yard lawn, look down on the roof of the house and can’t see the numbers on the license plates of the cars parked in the driveway, YOU HAVE TOO MUCH LAWN.
Don’t get me started either on the joys of a lawn that is basically hill.
How are you today Janie?
It has been three days since The Lawn Mowing on Tuesday. Afterward my joints and muscles were so sore they were trembling. But I had to get up way early to study for my chem test the next day. The next day my hands hurt so bad it was painful to hold the steering wheel in my car, car despite the soft padded steering wheel cover. I ached everywhere, and hobbled when no one was looking. Leif came to town and picked up the spud to take her to the farm so I was able to go to bed early. And though I got about 10 hours of sleep Wednesday night, on Thursday I had to spend three and a half hours standing in chem lab, so although I am recovering from The Lawn Mowing, there is still a hint of tenderness particularly in the feet and legs. At least I can now grab things with out wincing.
Take home lesson: Never buy a house or sign a lease on one with a lawn this large unless a riding mower is at your disposal.
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