Aug
26
The past few weeks, yes weeks, we have been neglecting our lawn. It is hard to call it a lawn, because really it is just dirt with weeds sprouting everywhere. Our bare dirt has turned into a mini-jungle. The other day I spotted neighbor kids trekking through our backyard scavenging with ice cream buckets and spatulas looking for frogs. I think that was when I realized it was getting out of hand.
As a belated birthday present, I received a brand new lawn mower from my parents yesterday. This present could not have come at a better time, because the weeds were getting to a point where just a few more days and they would not have been able to have been mowed.
I hate to say it, but you know you are getting old when you are happy to receive a ‘useful’ present.
I was amazed taking the lawn mower out of the box, he was so shinny and new, I almost didn’t want to use him for fear of the inevitable.
After mowing the lawn, I didn’t even want to take a picture, so I googled for a lawn mower instead. My brand new law mower now looks like a 5 year old beater. He’s covered in grass clippings and dirt around the wheels. A part of me almost wants to whip out the hose and wash my mower in the front yard like fanatics do with their cars.
I LOVE useful presents.
Yay for the pretty mower, and no more weeds! No worries, I’ll wash it down for you - I don’t mind being a fanatic.
Do it! Wash that bad boy!
That almost sounds a little dirty when you say it like that…
You had a small jungle, not a lawn. There was no grass, just 3-4′ plants some of which had “questionable” leaves
I’m surprised none of those kids were jacked by Nicaraguans or something
Oh I know. My min-jungle was pretty scary.
I am excited to get grass. Grass grows fast, but not as fast as weeds.
Responsibility nerd.