I got in a fight with the lawn today.
If you think I’m messed up, you should see the
clumps I gave the other guy.
This all started because nobody had time to go out and mow it in between all the rains. So the grass took full advantage of the situation and grew and grew and grew.
Today, I decided to put an end to it all. Early this morning, before the rains came, I took out my weapons. Knowing full well the grass would fight back by clogging up the mower, I had my hubby tie back the chute.
Powered with my mower, the gas can, and a stick, I stepped into the ring.
I took most of my punches right away. The grass was thick and slightly damp and clogged up the mower every few feet or so. I managed to fight it off with my stick, pick myself up, and keep going.
As the fight went on, the grass began to weaken. It no longer clumped up near the blades. Instead, it fought back by flying out of the tied-back chute pummeling me in the face, the legs, the back…. no part of me was safe.
I didn’t back down, though. Even when it began raining. Even when the mower sputtered and ran out of gas. I was determined to go at it til the very end.
As I cut the last blade off, I triumphantly pushed the the overworked mower through the drizzle and back to it’s resting place.
No sooner had I plopped down in my own resting place, did the rain begin to pour.
With some clean clothes, dry socks and a hot cup of coffee, I celebrated my victory.
Of course the rain today will just cause another fight in the future, but for right now…
I am the Champ!