Yesterday evening we had dinner plans and were home too late to do much about the yard. Which is why, at 7 am, the husband got out and mowed and trimmed our lawn while Ben had breakfast and then watched longingly through the window, just dying to go outside and help. (My argument of "It's only 40 degrees out!" did nothing to dissuade him).
I feel certain that our neighbors will be appreciative of our diligence when it comes to landscaping and not at all perturbed by our early morning ruckus - don't you?
Ha! I totally should have begged my husband to do an early-morning mow!
ReplyDeleteLast week, he mowed the front and side yards but when he got to the back -- after one dividing swipe down the middle -- a storm broke out. The back yard is where we want to play! Gah! It's, like, a foot tall out there, and Lauren complains about the poky, itchy grass.
Maybe if I tell myself we're being good to the earth by mowing less, I'll be less frustrated ;)