Spent a good part of last night (2 1/2 hours) cutting my mother-in-law’s front and side lawn. The grass was, I shit you not, 3 feet tall. The previous owners hadn’t bothered cutting it in the month before they moved out. She’s been there a week and this is the first chance I’ve had to cut it for her.
This is grass where wild animals could stalk their prey, where you could suddenly find a rusted out hulk of a car, where if you went in without a rope around your waist they’d have to send a search party in to find you.
The mower bogged constantly. It was a job more appropriate for a Combine (farm people will know what this is). I had four large bags of mulch at the end. And I haven’t even reached the back yard. That’ll be a separate job.
Still it’s a nice change from sitting on my ass all day in front of a computer at work.
Dispatches from Obscurity 