|Lilies, lilac, forsythia and mowed lawn.|
I posted a close up doorknob view picture on my other blog, Mainely Write, along with a poem. Doesn't seem necessary to post it again, so if you want to see it and read it, head on over there.
There's something about mowing your lawn for the first time...or having your husband mow it, or paying someone to mow it (as we should have done)...
It makes the place really yours. Because if you didn't do it, there's no one that's going to be walking by and stopping to mow it just because it needs mowing.
I don't know about you, but I've never heard anyone as they pass by our unkempt lawn (or anyone else's) exclaim, "Wow, yes! Another spot to mow! I'm totally on it! I hope no one else gets here before I can get my mower!"
You, the owner, have to mow it, or ask and pay someone to mow it.
Tim got two offers to mow it (for money, of course) while he was out there. He declined, saying he needed the exercise. I think they asked too soon.
Next Saturday we're totally up there cruising for a lawn maintenance crew.