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Laying prostrate on the ground, I realize I’ve never seen
our yard from this perspective. The
blades of grass closed in over my head, and suddenly I’m faced with a problem I
haven’t encountered before.
I could lose our
children in this grass, not to mention our guinea pig George!
The scary thought is trailed by another – actually quite
invigorating one.
I get to do some REAL
gardening work now! I get to MOW like all real gardeners!
For years I’ve watched all our neighbors mow their lawns
weekly, while our lawn-mower sat idle in the garage, buried under the layered
mountain of miscellaneous junk since the day we moved into the house. The old
owners left it behind since they thought we would need it. But, once the yard fell under my care, they
were proven quite wrong. I never found any use for it at all, since there was nothing –
not even weeds – that grew in our yard.
That is, until today…
I jump up and wade my way through the tall grass towards the
garage. Undaunted by the junk-yard mountain, I plow my way over and under outgrown
toys, bags of aluminum cans, spilled guinea pig shavings until I spot the wheel
of the dusty red self-propelled Toro.
It takes me several hours before I am actually able to start
it, but once the engine revs up, I feel strangely empowered despite the deafening noise and the old machine-oil burning stench.
I am ready to roll.
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