I had planned on spending the day arting, but when I got back from my morning grocery run, I was suddenly motivated to (finally!) mow the, um, “lawn.” (That’s a euphemism for a cocktail of Johnson grass and various noxious weeds. Landscaping, much to my neighbors’ dismay, is not high on my list of “Important Things.”) When that sort of urge hits, it doesn’t pay to argue with it.
Altogether, it’s about two acres. Ugh. I have no idea what crack-addled demon spirit possessed me when I decided to make the dog yard 1.5 acres. Would y’all believe that it didn’t occur to me that I’d have to actually *mow* all that grass? Duh. That’s one silly mistake I’ll *never* make again. Or, at least, not until I can afford to employ a tiny herd of tiny cows to mow it for me.
On the bright side, the cut grass smells yummy. There are tons of weeds, including mint and garlic, so it’s kind of like making a ginormous tossed salad.
The grass was so tall that I had to mow it on the highest setting. So, it’s still pretty tall. And not very evenly cut. But it’s done, done, done, and not a minute too soon. It started to storm as I was finishing up.
Spring marches on…
red paper boat 