I enjoy mowing. I'm not sure why. I've always liked mowing. It was my first introduction to driving when I was just a kid. I think I like the instant gratification of seeing the finished product. You mow a strip of grass, and you can see your handiwork. Like most things, too much of a good thing can go bad.
My husband does not know when to stop when it comes to our yard. He loves to clear areas and make them "mowable." I doubt if that's a word, but you catch my drift. My thinking is if you measure the yard that you mow in acres, you've gone too far. We're not talking acres with decimal points, either. I'm talking whole numbers of acres. Sure, it looks nice and park-like, but I bet we mow more than some parks departments do! I don't think anyone should have to set aside HOURS of time to mow their yard. We live on 150 acres. I keep wondering when we'll reach the point of having enough "yard" to suit Reuben. We're nearing the point of just needing a tractor with a belly mower to do the job. THAT'S too far!
If you haven't guessed, today was the first mowing of the year. I did it willingly and happily. Yet I found myself dwelling on the massiveness of our yard about halfway through. I managed to mow all the areas that I designate as yard. There's still much more to be done to fit in Reuben's definition of yard. If the rain will hold off for a couple of days, I may just tackle the rest to please him. We'll see!
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