The weather the last couple days has been sunny and beautiful.  We’ve even gotten up to a balmy sixty degrees.  The girls are dying to break out their summer clothes, but I’ve decided to make them wait just a bit longer.  (In my former life in San Diego, I would’ve thought I was freezing to death at this temperature!)  The earth is coming back to life.  Flowers are popping up and all the trees are in full bloom.  I find it simply delightful to watch. 

The other day, while I was having sweet conversations with the daffodils and looking up admiring the cherry blossoms, I felt something move beneath my shoe.  Startled, I glanced down and found to my horror that I could no longer see my feet! They had become buried under long tendrils of grass.  My yellowing lawn (lawns just don’t die here) had suddenly decided that it was going to become a jungle!  I declared then and there that I would mow the lawn…tomorrow. 

When I got up at the crack of dawn the next morning, I checked the weather as I always do.  I’m sure you can just imagine my disappointment when I read that it was going to rain.  Everyone knows you can’t mow the lawn in the rain.  Apparently it will set off some sort of Voodoo Curse on it…or something like that.   (Don’t even argue with me on this!) As the sun started to rise in the sky, it was revealed that not only was it not going to rain, it was going to be (Gasp!) sunny out! Drats Lucky me, I could mow the lawn after all.

Then I noted that Shaun was having a very late start getting out of the house.  I knew he hadn’t been feeling well, so I figured that he must have called in sick.  Sadly, I wouldn’t be able to mow with him home because that would stir up the pollen and really mess with his allergies.  (Isn’t it convenient that he managed to develop severe allergy problems about the same time we moved into a house with a lawn?  Hmmm….) It turned out that Shaun had been working from home to fix a major bug, but was still planning on going in to work.  Foiled again I’m so glad my sweet husband was feeling well enough to go in. 


It seemed I had no choice but to haul out Big Red and dust him off.  Now Ol’ Red has only been with us a couple years.  He’s a pretty good mower, not quite the riding mower I couldn’t quite justify getting,(but really, really wanted) but he’s pretty tough.  Although it did seem as though he wasn’t quite ready to wake up from his long winter nap.  As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get him to start for the life of me.  When I pulled the start cord, Ol’ Red just growled at me and went back to sleep.   I checked his oil and gave him new gas…still he just growled.  I cleaned out all the dried grass that was stuck in his blades (I guess I thought he would bathe himself like a cat when I put him away last fall) finally, after putzing with him for quite a while, he decided to wake up and get to work. 

You know…there’s just something about a freshly mown lawn that makes my heart sing.  The wonderful grassy scent, the nice straight lines (OK, my lines aren’t usually straight. I tend to get bored halfway though and start making designs in the grass…I can’t help it!)

I know that it is just barely Spring, but I can’t help but feel that Summer is on the way.

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8 Responses to Summertime!

  1. Jay says:

    I hate mowing lawns. Of course I live in an apt. so I don’t have to mow. It’s such a hassel. I think if I ever buy a house I’ll do some dessert landscaping. Or some Brady Bunch Astroturf.

  2. Annie says:

    That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time thinking about starting a lawn mower and mowing the lawn. You wrote that so well, Susan.

  3. Jocelyn says:

    Your enthusiasm is so fun. I must admit to being fervently anti-lawn, though. We’re gradually working on turning all the grass into perennial gardens at our house!

  4. mrs darling says:

    Oh mowing really messes with my alleriges! Its the worst. I would give anything for a riding mower! Lucky you!

  5. Lynne says:

    Your story reminds me of one of my first posts to my brand new blog last year about my mowing experience. Only I have a riding mower (a John Deere) and yes, its name is Johnny. He and I have had long conversations with each other mowing our massive, tilting lawns! He’s still having his winter snooze right now. Soon, Johnny, soon you’ll feel the grass under your blades …

  6. Lynne says:

    oops, forgot to say I love the pic of Big Red. He looks mean and ready to take on anything.

  7. Susan says:

    Jay~Astroturf, what a great idea!

    Annie~Thanks, I just wish it would’ve waited a while to start growing.

    Jocelyn~ Enthusiasm? lol I’m thinking it’s about time to do some landscaping type stuff..the girls don’t really run around out there much.

    Mrs. D~Not so lucky, I have to push Ol’ Red or really just hang on and keep him from eating a tree. I didn’t realize he was self propelled when we got him

    Lynne~You know…if Johnny is feeling anxouis, maybe it’s time for a road trip? Lots of lawns to be mowed around here. I noticed a lot of fresh mowed lawns last night…

  8. Ellie says:

    I know what you mean about a freshly cut lawn. It is one of the true signs of spring!

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