There is merit in starting, even if one does not finish immediately. The grass is daunting this month, growing like someone's been sprinkling cocaine on it. I have made a start! Half cut grass is a start. The rest is not so terrifying now.
My grass is too long to tackle in one hit so I created a pragmatically geometric canvas. Straight lines on needed trajectories - to the back gate, the chicken house, the washing line. I might use the whippersnipper next to add some circles to the design. Inspired by Kandinsky.
My lawnmower, Big Bob, and I have a tumultuous relationship. I swear he is possessed by a devil whose sole purpose is to torment me - something Bob's been doing for 15 years. He's not known to start easily, and my futile efforts to make him go are responsible for at least fifty percent of
