Today for only the second time in my 8 1/2 year history I mowed the lawn. My wonderful husband jokingly asked me if I would do it, knowing full well that is way out of my comfort zone so therefore I wouldn’t do it. He so has his hands full right now. Work is busy and crazy and in the evening/nights he is either with his father or trying to get to the boys’ baseball practice (4 nights a week.)
The last time I mowed the lawn I was very pregnant but used the riding lawn mower and cut it way, way too short and really messed up large portions of our lawn. Not to mention that I also got it stuck in our ditch out front. But this time it was just a push mower and I figured surely I could figure this out. It is not that the lawn looked that bad, but I knew it was bugging Mark and he truly has just not had time so I figured I could move my lazy self out there and help a little.
I could not figure out how to start it and called him to have him walk me through it. I still couldn’t figure it out so I was then going to call my super-capable friends Crystal or Julie (who both like to mow their lawns:) but thank goodness my sweet 80+ year old neighbor came out and rescued me. Apparently I wasn’t pulling the cord hard enough and fast enough. That was a touch humbling.
So when you look at our front yard and think, “What happened?” Because it’s really not the best job:) It was all me!