Written on Thursday, when I should be doing something more productive, like PACKING for my trip. But hey, when you have a washer in your condo, you don't have to worry about silly details like clothes, right?
Jan, this heading today is for you.
Now The Green Blade Rises is one of my favorite songs that we sing in choir. It's a 15th century medieval French hymn with a haunting melody that's a metaphor for spring, Easter, renewal, etc.
Now the green blade rises
From the buried grain
Wheat that in dark earth
Many days has lain
Love lives again
That with the dead has been
Love is come again like
Wheat arising green
It's April again and just like the wheat arising green, so arises our lawn. And given that today we're supposed to get another mulitple-inch, multiple day CRAZY RAIN, we thought it would be a good idea to get the lawn cut once more before we left for the Wild Wild West. We won't talk about how bizarre it is to be mowing before a ski trip. So I tossed on some ratty sweats over my pretty new girlie undies and a my garden shoes and hit the turf with the Troy-Bilt, it's 10 horsepower and 6.75283 foot-pounds of torque.
You already knew that I am the only chick in the neighborhood who shovels snow, but did you know that I mow too? I'm not the only mower with breasts around here, there are a few that I see occasionally but not many. And frankly, I don't mow much either. Why is that? Well it's because I just can't cut it, so to speak.
Here in my neighborhood, where looking good, playing tennis, and volunteering at the elementary school are serious competitions for the female set, for the men it's ALL ABOUT THE LAWN. The men around here, my husband included, are serious about their lawns looking good. It's always a laugh to see who is first to fire up the mower and cut, and that honor seems to go to Doug next door most ever year. Doug sells airplanes from his home office (cool job, eh?), so he can get out there ASAP, as the weather permits. I think he's mowed about ten times already. That's an exaggeration..probably only six times.
Like I said, I don't mow much because Andy doesn't like how I do it. Unlike the other things in my life that I have to get perfect, lawn mowing isn't one of them. I am enrolled in the the Larry the Cable Guy School of Git-R-Done, and as soon as possible. I also happen to be allergic to freshly cut grass, so the faster I can high-tail it around the lawn, the better for me.
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And I have to give him credit, he makes it happen. As long as we're not in the middle of a drought, our lawn looks GOOOOOOD. When I cut it, not so much. I do the back and forth thing. According to him, I miss clumps, and my rows are crooked and uneven. I don't see it. Here I am today, trying to cut the lawn with my camera around my neck. My neighbors who were out walking dogs before the rain must have thought I was a lunatic (and they're probably right, but they don't read this blog...well, Chris and Robin do. Hi Chris! Hi Robin!).
Check this out, it looks like my lines are certainly crooked. And I fear there might be a few clumps out there.
To my credit, while I might not do the greatest job mowing, I still take the time to trim the edges and blow off the grass clippings. To me, not trimming or leaving the clippings on the driveway is kind of like cooking dinner and leaving the kitchen a mess, or doing the dishes and leaving the counters and stove a mess. So I got the blower out and while I had it down and working, I got another bright idea. I'd clean the garage.
After a long nasty winter, the garage was a mess, a gross and disgusting mess. While I didn't do the "sort out the junk, throw it away, and reorganize" kind of clean, I thought that I'd go ahead and blow it out, sending billowing clouds of dirt and grime into the air. I could literally TASTE the dirt and feel the grit between my teeth. Grit in your teeth isn't good if you're not getting your teeth cleaned at the dentist's office, on a ranch, or competing in a rodeo. Yucko.
The bounty included dirt, grime, leaves, rocks, a grody tennis ball, dog food left over from the raccoon rampage, concrete dust, pulverized sidewalk chalk, litter, muddy golf balls and golf tees, band aid wrappers, and other assorted gnarl that had accumulated over the winter. But it's clean and sparkly now, unlike me. I look and feel like Pig Pen, dirt cloud and all. I'm kind of bummed because I was having an unusual good hair day today. Oh well, that was bound to be short lived thanks to the crazy rain that's coming.
But look at my bright, shiny concrete floor? It's all worth it, right?
Did you ever think you'd spend five minutes of your life today reading about lawn mowing? Well now you have. Isn't life just full of pleasant surprises?
See ya on the flip side, reporting from the Wild Wild West.