Yard Work
This has been an incredibly busy time. There would be no time to get all of these things done if I had a “real” job. As it is, the work has been wearing me out daily. My partner and I are helping my stepfather with his lawn business. One day a week we go out and crew. I eat the weeds, J mows and comes behind me with the second weedeater when necessary. My stepdad is getting along in years and he rides the big mower. We make quite a team.
The first time out together, we all impressed each other with our speed and cohesiveness. The job has grown harder as the lawns are thickening and the clients grow more picky. I am myself a very detail-focused person and tend to want to revisit every blade of grass. Mine is a constant struggle between moving the job along and checking my work, attempting to perfect it. Really, the whole concept of mowing is silly to me. Why we don’t all grow edible ground covers or leave them to nature puzzles me.
We do not mow for many reasons: because it is a waste of resources; the natural state has drawn a number of interesting animals, birds and plants to the yard; J spent too many years having to mow and trim for his employers; we have a healthy crop of local bees thanks to the wild flowers they love; we live in the country and can afford to be free to do as we please with our lawn.
I have collected quite a few blisters and some creepy looking evergreen rash.
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