Today, the duty that I chose to undertake killed two birds with one stone. Er. I don't like that saying, especially with a new bird feeder on our front lawn. Iiiiiiiiiit waaaaaas two for the price of one. Yeah, that works. Anyhoo, I chose to mow the lawn. I WAS going to do it tomorrow since I believed that the weather was going to be right for it, but I figured I'd have enough time before any raindrops appeared to get the job done.
So, this chore may seem mundane and average, but I promise you, it isn't. Generally, it's Dave's job. I can count on one hand the number of times I've mowed the lawn, and still have fingers left over. It's one of those things that I wasn't really allowed to do as a kid (although I knew that women could do everything), and that Dave's just taken upon himself to do. Sure, there are things I'd do differently about it (kind of like our shovel debate - tomato, tom-ah-to), but as long as the neighbors don't complain, we're all happy.
|No. Not Winston. It's his Papa (or Mama?)|
affectionately referred to by our neighbor as "Smokey".
Best fed stray in the whole neighborhood.
BUT, although the sprinkling was turning to an actual "turn on the windshield wipers" drizzle, I won the mowing game. The rain put up an admirable fight, but I was simply too determined (and clearly deranged - LAUGHING up at the SKY, woman?!) to lose. I wanted to, in a strange way, make my husband proud of me. I wanted to take some burden off of his shoulders. I wanted to get a workout in, dang it! And I did. And, NOW, I shall shower, for the cats are giving me stinky face.
But first, some superfluous shots of my tomaters, which I snapped before mowing. We planted them in planters this year as not to overtake our garden (which, itself, is quite overgrown. Those purple stalks in the right background up in that grass picture? Lettuce. Nope, that's not supposed to happen. I allowed it. I'm naughty. (But we did get good use out of them!))