I love to cut the grass

For as long as I can remember, I've loved to cut the grass. I used to do it for my dad when I lived at home, and vividly remember the day that I promoted to the riding lawnmower... I was about 8 (maybe 10). It was something that we did together, dad on the push, me on the riding. He'd weedeat while I got the lemonade ready. Then we'd sit on the swing and admire our work while we talked. It's a fond memory...

Now that I'm married... I'm feeling some stirrings (mostly from neighbors and friends) that mowing is mens work. I disagree. My hub is highly allergic and rather than listen to him moan and groan for two hours afterward with a cold washcloth over his eyes... I'd rather do it myself. It's two hours of tranquility... silence... mind clearing solitary that a mom just can't find very easily these days. Two hours of alone time, with little to concentrate on, and a visible result when you're finished. Yes, it is hot & sweaty work. You will probably require a shower afterward.. but, I was most likely going to take one of those today anyway! So... until my daughter is 8 (maybe 10) and she earns her seat on the mower, she's busy making koolaid for us to enjoy together on the porch when I'm finished.

It's all about the memories.