I never mowed a single lawn until I turned 40.
As a kid, it was my brother's job (if my dad didn't just do it).
Now my mother, she judged how well she felt by how much lawn she could mow.
|Several months into her chemo treatments--this was a good day.|
But our current house has a fair bit of lawn, and the budget no longer supports frivolities like paid lawn-care, so we maturely cashed in the tax return for a fancy pants mower.
|There's Jon on the new mower, and this is just a wee bit of the lawn. (And Kevin!)|
The push mower didn't really float my boat, but I knew I needed to pitch in and help with the lawn care--it's a lot of work--but, well...
In the interest of full disclosure, I was terrified of the riding mower.
I was afraid to mow the lawn on it. I kid you not.
Finally on Saturday I decided I'd better woman-up and give it a go. In the moments on the driveway while Jon explained to me what this lever did and that button released, I felt my heart race. It all seemed so impossibly complex.
This is ridiculous, of course. I am not one to shy away from technology, but lawn mowers have freaked me out since forever. Give me a big truck and I'll gladly drive it across the country, but a riding mower, with those whirring blades underneath, um, no.
Still, in the spirit of new adventures, I finally gave it a go.
|Google Photos! You crack me up!|
Where have you been all my life, riding lawn mower?