This is NOT a ‘complain about your neighbors’ offering. It’s not one of those episodes of “Fear They Neighbor” soon to appear on Investigation Discovery. I have wonderful neighbors.
All the homes around here are well-kept with manicured lawns. Most have people or crews that take care of them rather than the homeowner’s do-it-yourself version. All of them have weed treated, fertilized grass that’s lush. Except for me. I grow dandelions in the spring.
The only other do-it-yourself mower is my neighbor to the north. Last year, we joked that his wife made him mow after I did — and he’d teasingly ask me to refrain from doing the task so frequently. I think I’ve mowed three times now since he has. When you’re mowing weeds, you pretty much have to. You should’ve seen all the dandelion seeds floating in the air yesterday! 🙂
The difference in growth is much worse than the picture portrays. So on this sunny Saturday morning, I’m listening for either the mower next door to fire up, or the wife’s complaints that the mower next door hasn’t yet fired up. Poor guy push mows his yard, and if I were in his shoes I wouldn’t want to mow as much either.
No matter that I do sympathize with his plight, I’m thinking about starting my trusty Cub Cadet and just cruising around my front yard! If they venture outside to the mailbox, I’ll smile and wave — jamming to tunes and catching some rays. Take THAT, Brett.
We women have to stick together!
TIL (Today I Learned): Two guys honored their dead friend’s dying wish by using his ashes as fish bait and caught an enormous 180lb Carp in his memory. (Be careful what you wish for, you guys.)