mowing season: week one
Today begins the longest season of the year here in VA: mowing season. Probably only 34 more weeks to go.
I was pleased with my trusty Toro, as it started up on the first pull. At the same time, disappointed to remember the cable that controls the self-propelled functionality snapped the last time I used it last year. I do recall thinking at the time that I’d just take care of it come spring …
Micah was also pleased that mowing season has begun. He’s been “mowing” and “trimming” our family room, dining room, and basement floors all winter long. He put on his mowing hat, sun glasses, and helped with the entire lawn.
If I can make it through another season without encountering any snakes, I’ll be pleased.
I was about a month ahead of you. I’ve mowed twice since I was at your house. Seems to last a couple of weeks between mowings.
But I don’t have a pint sized helper.
Mom,
It won’t be many years from now when I bet we could find a pint sized helper to fly out and help you with your lawn.
Ahh yes, the Virginia mowing season. Time to strike up a rousing chorus of either “Song of the Volga Boatmen”, or that happy little tune that the Wicked Witch’s guards sung at the changing of the guards.
The pain can be mitigated with liberal doses of Diet Pepsi or other beverage.
You need a neighbor kid with a girlfriend (i.e., financial incentive). I’m thankful for mine.
Is a swanky riding lawnmower required to lure in said Neighbor Kid? If not, I like the sounds of this plan.