I started the day with several errands of the fun sort in mind, and hopped into a hot shower. With fresh hair and a fresh attitude, I pop my head out to check the weather.
Hmm, really humid out there. Feels like rain. I go to Accuweather:
Well holy crap. We have thunder, lightning and rain for the next several days. I think, well, there goes mowing the lawn over the weekend. And maybe Monday.
I check out the lawn. In one more day, if not clipped, these folks are going to be moving in. And living down by the cement pond.
I look further around my deck. Apparently, it was destiny that I hung this sign earlier this week. It clearly was sending me a message.
Then I go the garage and look at this. The thing hasn’t been started in oh, six months.
Does it have oil? Do we have gas? Will it freaking start? I located gas, and primed the mower. It does not start. I spin back into the house, and think, fine Mr. Toro, be that way.
I slink back after 10 minutes, because now mowing the lawn had become a MISSION. It must be done and done now, fresh shower be damned.
Does the roar of a lawn mower sound like sweet music? Answer, yes, because it started, and my results were dazzling.
Off to the showers.
The greeness of the lawn is blinding! The “mission accomplished” aspect of your effort is inspiring and you were not deterred one iota by the fact the machine was not cooperating. (Perhaps I shouldn’t use that particular example of sticktoitiveness, smacks of a day and a past pres best forgotten.) Are your services available “off site?” There is a garden in need of some TLC on Cape of Cod that would benefit from your green thumb!! Whenever…..