Not much will please me more than the sight of a well maintained lawn. Freshly cut. Weed free. Green, green, green. Here at ‘Carlton’ we have quite the expanse of lawn. We always have had in homes we’ve lived in, but here I think might be the biggest.
And also like other farms we’ve lived on, there is a communal ride-on mower. Except this mighty beast has been out of action since before we went to Papua New Guinea. So, basically forever ago. This week it’s back – back! I promptly set about taming our jungle, pottering about on the mower, up and back, back and up… I find it very therapautic, methodical and relaxing. Lots of thoughts to be had whilst mowing the lawn. My mum loves mowing the lawn. Her best ideas come from it, and I tend to agree. It’s head clearing activity.
It takes me a good two or three hours to mow the whole lawn here, but the effort this time was done by both myself and Matt (ok mostly Matt due to his perfectionist ways) over a few evenings and afternoons here and there. It was epic. The grass over yonder side required the tractor with the slasher to deal with it.
Our lawn is hardly well maintained or manicured. The key of course is to mow it regularly and lightly, neither of which we do when just obtaining the mower involves liaising with others who also lay claim to the mower, loading it on the trailer, unloading it, blah blah blah. But it’s green, for now (although not looking quite as green just after it’s cut), I’m hoping we can keep it that way for a little while longer. Keeping a green lawn around the house does wonders for positivity in the dry months.
Do you love a good lawn?
Had a light bulb moment on the mower?
Dried off or still green in your neck of the woods?