Thursday, May 31, 2007
Mow, mow, mow the lawn.
I declare today, Lawn Day. I just happened to have a weekday off and the weather was perfect for mowing my lawn. Temp was just under 70 degrees. The sun was shining with only a slight breeze.
I feel good when mowing the lawn. I get exercise. This is something I need since the chin-up bar has already lost it's luster. I also get to enjoy the outdoors. I work inside all week and it is nice to get out. When I really get going, I mow in a diagonal pattern. Just like the big leagues.
Then I can fire up the leaf blower to scatter the pesky clippings from fouling the driveway.I'm not much of a fan of trimmers. You have to mix special gas for them. You have to untangle and load trim line. And watch out for your shins when that line is whipping. I've also 'trimmed' too many flowers by accident.
When all is said and done, it is very satisfying to walk out to the street and check out your house's curb appeal. I then stand on the grass and imagine I'm on my own private golf course inspecting the groundskeepers work. My dream fades when I see the bikes and bucket of sidewalk chalk.
I don't see mowing the lawn as a chore. I view it as a chance to get away from work and the kids for an hour. It is my work out for the week. And I can take pride in creating something pleasant to see.
Do I obsess a little about my lawn? Is it wrong for my blood pressure to spike when I see a few dots of yellow in my sea of green? I suppose it is. But my Dad always told me to keep your lawn looking nice. You never know when someone from out of town will visit. You want your town to make a good impression.
I just want someone to walk by and say, "Nice lawn."