Among the stuff left behind at our house by the previous owners is an old-time push mower. Since someone in this household hadn’t bothered to get the riding mower in for a tune-up before the mowing season rush, I decided to give it a go with the oldie. I was pleased to see that it still works, sorta.
It needs to be sharpened and lubricated, and a good cleaning wouldn’t hurt, but it does a fair job of sortening most of the green stuff growing in the yard - yeah, some is grass, some is flowering. As long as it’s green and short, I’m not sweating it.
It wouldn’t be half bad if the back yard was level. But it’s not. From garage to end of the house - maybe 65 feet? - it drops 8-9 feet. And it’s not a nice, even slope - it becomes more pronounced at the low end and actually continues to drop beyond where I intend to ever mow. Now, before someone helpfully suggests I mow across the slope, it also slopes away from the house towards the tree line. So no matter which way I mow, I’ll have an uphill component as well as a down.
I’m 51. I sit at a desk at work all day. I’m very out of shape. My pulse is just now started to moderate. But I’ll keep at it. A little each day. In a few weeks time, I’ll either be buff, or dead. But the lawn will be mowed…
Seriously, once my sweetie sharpens and lubricates it, I should be good to go. And there’s no reason for me to do the whole yard at once. Just as I’m doing a little raking every day, so shall I mow a little each day. Fresh air, exercise, and visible results. What more could I ask?
OK, I could ask for a studly, scantily clad gardener to do the yard work while my equally studly and scantily clad cabana boy brings me margaritas, but let’s be realistic…
I do love my yard!!