(A reprise of a favorite post, perfect for summer’s official kickoff.)
I HAVE A LOVE-HATE THING GOING WITH MOWING: I always feel it’s a time-waster, but I am also always relieved there’s “mowing to be done” since that means legitimate escape from things like writing the book I have due. Mowing has immediate, tangible results; you cut grass blades, and they look cut. You try to write and, well, sometimes you don’t get any words. So tell me, do you like to mow? We’ve talked about this before, and instead of repeating myself I could have checked that you’re following the tomato-growing tips and using a rain gauge when you water and pruning your fading lilacs…or asked if you’re almost done with the May chores list. But it’s a holiday, so before I go out to you-know-what (also known as avoid writing), I’ll simply ask if you like to mow, and also say one more thing: My frogboys, all my innumerable sisters and I wish you a happy, healthy, safe, delicious long weekend, mowing or its avoidance notwithstanding.
I LOVE to mow!!!! It is a great cardio workout that you don’t have to think about (unless you use a ride on mower).
Hi, Maggie — and me, too. Except sometimes this year, when it has required twice a week to keep it from becoming a hayfield. A lot of hours! But meditative in a funny way. And good exercise, yes.
I don’t mow. Here in SoCal, water worries reign supreme. So I pulled out the lawn several years ago and left a heavily mulched space in its place. These days the area is a wide swath of california poppies… a golden reward!