Lawn: CONQUERED!!

For two ENTIRE half days, I had a mission. I was going to cut down the lawn if I had to do it with scissors. We have several projects lying in wait, depending on this lawn to be mowed, and Virginia ain't goin to stop rainin'. Luckily, the previous slobby tenants left us a pretty nice mower, so I was able to take on this task with confidence.
So, I started on day one with the front yard. Its easy enough, relatively flat, and the grass is shorter and thinner, as it is under a huge oak tree. Unfortunately, the little thingy that keeps the one thingy pulled so that it moves on its own busted. So, basically it lost its power steering. I had to push the damn thing up and down and all around. Not a big deal in the front yard. However, Dad would probably still be proud. After he laughed.


Look at that determination!

Fast forward to the next day, after a little help from Trip fixing the mower. I awoke with zeal, knowing that day was THE day. I was going to make that grass regret that I ever stepped foot upon it. Trip made his near-daily run to the hardware store, and came back with a surprise; a sickle-looking thing. Its ugly, its sharp, and it works. I sickled the entire back lawn, nearly chopping off Goose's head several times, with abandon. This is reality, Goose.



THEN I mowed. The thing was boggin' down about every ten feet, but Trip showed me how to let the bladed beast "breathe", so it could do it's job. I don't know if you've ever pushed a 50 lb mower up hill repeatedly, but it sucks. It was hot, I was sweaty, but this grass needed to go. My future garden, temporary fence for Woodford, and my chickens all depend on it!

So, here we are today. I finished, I ate a boxed Asian meal of black bean rice, and I drank a Sierra Nevada Hefeweizen. Life is good.