I am always amazed at how a few weeks of the spring rains can bring total transformation to a lawn or yard.
(I can't really call ours a lawn, as it's more weeds than grass! But if I didn't have weeds, there wouldn't be much here!)
Where the yard --once the snow leaves us--is brown, trampled, pathetic and absolutely hideous. Soon, all that turns green, has life, and is, with time, absolutely beautiful.
All I have to do is pick up sticks and rake, and tend to it.
Thank God he sends the rain, and makes that transformation.
Today, I spent a couple mind-neutral hours on the lawn mower.
I enjoyed it. (When I wasn't noticing all the jiggling going on!)
All I think about is whether I'm going to go horizontal, vertical, or diagonal with my pattern.
Then I buzzzzz around and enjoy that work, looking forward to the finished product--and it actually stays done for a few days--unlike so many of the other chores I might do!
I can enjoy the breezes, the sunshine, and yes, the best part: the smell of two-cycle engine oil in my hair.
(Oh, admit it, you like that scent, too!)
And, I spotted my first dandelion. Its many relatives will soon be appearing. I've learned to live with them. They may as well be welcome, I can't run 'em off. The yard is too big and they gang up on me.
Acceptance: 'tis sometimes a good thing.
I say "mow the lawn".
And some say "cut the grass".
Some say "cut the lawn".
Still others say "mow the grass".
What do you say?