I love my little mower. It’s a wimpy corded electric with only an 18″ blade, so it takes for-freaking-ever to mow my, um, “lawn,” but it’s quiet and, best of all, it doesn’t stink. I can actually smell the grass when I mow instead of yucky gas fumes. I can also smell the wild garlic and mint, which is quite nice. Tossed salad, anyone?
I’m about 2/3 finished with the dog yard. While I was mowing, it occurred to me that They ought to develop a type of grass that doesn’t need mowing. Instead of creating Frank-N-Veggies that I’d rather not eat, why can’t They do something useful? I could get excited about grass that never needed mowing. Fish genes in my tomatoes, not so much.
Oh, and that perfect mowing weather I was hoping to enjoy went bye-bye. The clouds blew out and the wind died down, so now it’s hot and sunny and not breezy enough to do anyone any good. Damn!
red paper boat 