Yard Work

Our back yard is huge, and with the California drought it's been nothing but dirt this past year. Well, a little rain has finally come to this dry land (hallelujah!) and suddenly an oasis of almost shin-high weeds appeared! We have an electric lawn mower, and with the grass being so wet, I was afraid I'd get electrocuted trying to cut through the thick, wet grass (I know someone who did). So I did what any sane person would do that didn't want to die before their time, ask the great guy who's been cutting our front yard for the last 17 years or so if he'd be interested in doing it on a regular basis.

We have always taken care of the back (cheaper to do it ourselves), but it kept getting away from us. We can't see it from our house because it's blocked by the garage and little house, so it's easy to put it out of our thoughts. So when the lawn guy was here last week I went out and talked to him, showed him the back yard and he said yes! He'll be doing it every two weeks during the winter. I'm so excited! To know it's in the hands of someone so dependable and conscious of doing a good job (and for a great price), well, it's taken a load off my back. Literally.  

I really wish we could see our back yard from inside our house. It's where the doggers like to hang out and provides us with some pretty beautiful sunsets. But I'm not complaining. I'm just grateful every day we have this place to call our own.

Mowing The Lawn

Our back 40 has needed mowing for weeks now. With all the rain we’ve been having the grass hasn’t been able to dry out in-between the showers, so it’s really gotten out of hand. I finally tackled it today, but I didn’t finish cause it’s a big yard and I’m no spring chicken.

While I was pushing the ginormous grass can further back into the yard (there’s a clue, I should have been pulling it), the can rolled away from me and pulled me down with it. I slipped and fell (hard, hit my knee as I was going down and ended up on my side, did a half face-plant thing), and landed almost inside the dern thing. I even said to myself, out-loud, “Man, that hurt.” I’m okay, just sore and will be even more so in the morning, I’m sure.

If it doesn’t rain tomorrow I’m hoping to finish up and pull out the weed eater to get what the lawn mower can’t reach. It’s my least favorite thing to do, but it’s so satisfying afterward to see the lawn looking all leveled out and smelling like something I want to bottle.