(#2 in my Joyful July Series).
Joy is mowing my own lawn. We used to have a lawn service do it because Cee thought I had enough on my plate without that. Maybe she was right, because I was always late doing it, and then I had to deal with a mini-jungle. But though her intentions were good, I didn’t like the results. The lawn guys would descend on us, with all their turbo-charged gas powered mowers and edgers and blowers. The testosterone flew, along with every living thing that got in its way. The first couple of times they came, the yard looked incredible. But as the growing season got into full swing and they picked up more contracts, they raced through the yard, bending the little fences around the flower beds, pulling up emerging bulbs along with weeds, breaking off flower tops and spraying weed killer after I told them I didn’t want any chemicals put on the yard. Plus they hauled off all the grass clippings! I use a mulching mower so that the grass goes back on the yard as fertilizer.
The final straw came the day they blew all the flowers off my best azalea. It was gorgeous; a full mound of magnificent flowers. But in their jest to blow all the grass clippings away, they also denuded my pretty blooms. My neighbor’s yards looked like someone had held a wedding there, with pink flower petals strewn all over.
We fired the lawn service.
Now I have the joy of mowing my own yard again, and I’m fussing over it. The exercise is good for me, too. It doesn’t take that long, and I like making it look beautiful. Ah, the little joy of mowing.
Time to go finish my edging. Enjoy your day!
(Disclaimer: I don’t own a riding mower and I would never cut my grass that low. It’s not good for it because it gets too dried out. I just liked the smiley face idea. 🙂 )
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