Monday, April 09, 2012
I hate mowing the lawn. I really do. I didn't use to, back in the day. When I was in high school, I would mow the lawn for my mother. I saw it as exercise, and although I had some trouble motivating myself to get out the door and get started, once I did get started, I didn't mind it too much. Besides, my mother's
lawn just isn't all that big.
Fast forward to today. I have a house that is probably too big for me (but not too big for all the messes created by my kids!), and a lawn that is bigger still. I think the lot is about 1/4 acre, which is imo too doggone big for one arthritic person to mow! I no longer have a husband to do the mowing. My 21-year old son had to go and spend a semester in Rome, obnoxious kid that he is...and I am left with myself, my disabled daughter, and my 11-year-old son, who is willing, but small for his age, and very hard to keep on any one task. Essentially, I am IT!
And, after a winter full of rain, and very warm overall, I had a yard full of beautiful lush green...weeds. There being no one else, I tackled the job. I went at those weeds with no weapon other than my trusty mower...well, trusty in a manner of speaking. It still works, which is my idea of trusty.
I attacked those weeds with as much energy as I could muster. Over and over and over. It must have taken me five or six two-hour sessions before I could finally say that the back yard was somewhat under control. That included two mowings of the front yard, which, being visible to all and sundry passing by, has to look presentable at all times.
I should add that I bagged every single clipping, which made the job much bigger and more time-consuming. But with that many weeds, I wanted to at least try to slow down the re-seeding. And with a relatively small trash container, I had to leave some of the bags of clippings sitting in my yard until space opened up in the container.
And, with more and more rain, as soon as it was fairly done, well, it needed to be done again. Aaaaaaargh! But I tackled the job again. There wasn't anyone else. And I have to say that it was considerably easier the second time, because the grass and weeds weren't nearly as big or tall as they were the first time.
Again it took me several sessions - but fewer - only three this time, I think. And I feel such huge satisfaction looking over the trimmed back yard. Wow! I did it.
And, you know what? Mowing isn't so bad after all. I might just get to like it...well, maybe! Happy Easter!