17 years. That’s who long it’s been since I moved to Melbourne and that’s how long it’s probably been since I encountered my arch nemesis : the lawn mower.
It’s been three weeks since we moved in to this place and the cooch had grown, especially in the back yard so the time had come. One call to Rob and I had a whole hardware store of yard maintenance tools delivered. I tried hiding in my room as I did when a teenager but it dawned on me after half an hour that dad wasn’t going to appear and do them so I took a deep breath, walked out, primed the engine and pulled the cord.
An hour and a half later we not only have freshly mown lawns we also have a nicely defined edge along the back path. I also realised something. Gardening, trimming, tidying up is relaxing. It’s enjoyable.
It’s raining on and off so I have had a chance to whipper snipper the hard to get at bits and the front still needs to have the edges done but I am happy with what I achieved.
I’m either going mad or getting older.