I love summer. In reality, who doesn’t?! I love summer because you can be outside and enjoy it. I love the smell of fresh cut grass. I love the way the lawn looks right after you’re done mowing. The way it looks neat and tidy. How it has the pattern in it from the tires and how it looks from the road.
I also enjoy mowing the lawn, but I haven’t always done it. In fact, growing up I never had to mow the lawn. I know my oldest sister did and I think my younger brother did, but I didn’t. I don’t know why. I learned how to mow the lawn a few years ago because my husband HATES to do it. I love it, he hates it! Go figure! When I first learned how, we had just a plain jane lawmower. The type that had the steering wheel! Fine and dandy, I had no problems with that.
Well, about 4 years ago my FIL got a new lawn mower after his finally died. (Back story: we live “next door” to them and since we have no garage/shed and had no money for a mower we would use his and to this day still do. Thanks dad!) Do you think between my husband and my FIL they could pick a mower like he already had? Oh no. Men think bigger and better. They came home with one of those zero turn lawn mowers that looks like it should be used at the county park! The thing was HUGE compared to what I was use to!
Needless to say, one try on that baby and I decided that I would not be mowing lawn anymore. I was scared to death of it! I couldn’t figure out how to move the arm handles to steer and stop and go forward. My first ride lasted about 5 terrifying minutes! That was the end for me. I told my husband he would be mowing from then on. Naturally he has complained ever since.
This past weekend my mom was saying that if anything happens to my dad she’s moving to town where she doesn’t have to worry about mowing a big lawn and plowing out a long driveway in the winter because she’s not learning how to use the tractor. Her sister’s could not believe she wouldn’t learn how and just give up her home because of it. That day I decided I was learning how to mow the lawn with that big mower. My husband brought it over for me and then left me be. There I am, all by myself, trying to mow the lawn when I can barely steer!
There was only one casualty I’m happy to report! It was a tree, but don’t be sad, it was already dead! It took some getting use to, but by the end I managed to get the yard mowed, not kill myself or anyone else and only run over one thing! VICTORY for me! I’m kinda proud of myself for learning to operate a large piece of equipment. I can’t always expect my husband to do everything and I’m not about to move to town if something happens to him. Now, where’s that tractor…..