I just got back inside after an hour of mowing my incredibly longggg grass. Knee deep in places [imagine a shame-faced blush here]. We’ve had thunderstorms with heavy rain every afternoon the past week or more, so that by evening it’s still too wet to mow. My son went off for the weekend, so here it is Sunday evening, with another workweek beginning, and that grass-that-swallowed-the-house growing as I watch.
I went out planning to just mow a path from the back walk to the shed, so I could continue organizing things around here. Now, still dripping with sweat and guzzling water, I have mowed. Yeah me!
Just in time, too. There’s a rumble of thunder in the distance..