Yesterday I mentioned how I did not work on my lawn, in consideration of my aching back. Today once again my back gave me grief, but I chose to ignore it. I thought, I’m old and overweight: I’m going to have back pain. I might just as well get what I can done. With great effort, I got the garage door open. Despite great effort, I could not get the power mower going. I hauled out the non-power mower and had at it.
My overgrown lawn from a different year.
Off I went, up and down the yard, pushing, pushing, getting caught in sticks, throwing said sticks aside, throwing other sticks aside before I got stuck on them. I soon found I could see a difference between where I had mowed and where I had not, so that encouraged me. I did the back then the front. Then I grabbed a set of clippers and tried to chop down a few tall monstrosities that had popped up out front. I think I got most of them, throwing their corpses into one of the plastic trash cans I keep for such a purpose. I went out back for more chopping but had pretty much run out of steam by then.
My ambition for the future.
This is my container garden from another year. You can see the lawn not overgrown in the background. I have a long way to go to get such a backyard oasis for this summer. Will I manage it? A little uncertainty adds interest to my spring.
Mohawk Valley Girl 