Submitted by megan on Thu, 05/13/2010 - 09:34
As you know, I was all excited and proud of having mowed my own lawn. Well, not the actually having done it, perhaps. But I was pretty happy about having found the impetus to do it.
Push mowers, if you don’t know, aren’t the most efficient mowers. Especially if the grass is long, it seems.
What I didn’t write below, because I didn’t think it mattered, was that when I finished mowing the lawn, it was appreciably shorter, but still longish. And it wasn’t the even velvet that a gas or electric mower leaves behind. It was a bit uneven, and some of the tougher weeds remained proudly unscathed.
Looked fine by me. It was a bit wild still, but I liked it.
When I got home from work the next day, it was to the velvet nap of a power-mowed lawn.
My neighbour, whose 4 feet of very short grass under the lilac bush joins our sun-kissed and wilder 12 feet, had mowed the whole damn thing.
I stood agape for a few minutes, thought about knocking on his door, then moved on up my own front steps instead.