It's Sunday. At 9AM I went to the garage and pushed my lawn tractor out onto the garage apron. I filled the tank with gasoline. I checked the oil. I started her up (I don't know why, but lawn tractors are female, like ships and airplanes.) My grass was still wet with morning dew, but the sun was only going to go higher and the day was only going to get hotter. I set the height of the cutting blades, engaged the blades, put the tractor's transmission into gear, and off I went. Nuria helped by using the cordless blower to smooth out clumps of mowed grass. At 10AM we were both finished, though there is still more to be done. I'll have to get out the string trimmer and edge along the sidewalk, and edge along the bricks that encircle her flower garden, and trim various other parts of the yard that are too close to bushes or walls to mow with the tractor. But I can do that later. "Later" is my favorite time to do chores that I really don't like to do—which is all chores. I have a long list (in my head) of chores that are waiting to be done later. The list will likely still have many items on it when I pass into that Big Lawn in the Sky. Really—if, when I die and go to the other side, I look around and see an endless lawn in need of mowing, I'll know I'm not where I was hoping to go.
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Greetings
Nice post --- so glad you didn't tell us the mower did not start and you were stranded with high grass. I know you did a good job and the grass looks great -- so glad you have Nuria to help you.
The long chore list goes along with owning a home -- this subject comes up often. Wish I would have sold my home before I got to this stage of my life. But alas, I did not --so the chores only get a lick and a promise !!
Soon Nuria's flowers will be in full bloom and you all can enjoy them --
Thanks for letting us know what you've been up too. Love the song and the group name.
Best, LL
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