Mowing the Lawn

Yesterday I cut the lawn...with a sickle. Not my lawn, mind you. I live on the fifth floor. Today, I am sore. I can see why alternate forms of mowing the lawn were sought out. I am grateful for all those inventors who save us from unnecessary pains. Did I mention I'm sunburnt? Can anyone say, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas?"

Editors note: This all sounds like complaining. It is not. Yesterday was fun. Half the lawn was daisies. I enjoyed learning a new skill (a very useful one, I'm sure). I enjoyed the sunshine and the country way of things. I really enjoyed the belated birthday meal that was cooked for me and the cake too! Soak it in. Soak it all in.