I was walking in the garden yesterday and I heard it: the lawnmower from one of our neighbours, roaring like a hungry, ravenous beast. Herbivorous, but still. My own garden looks like a jungle, and a wild one. And my wife has been pestering me about it, I have no excuses anymore with the confinement, so I think I cannot avoid it any longer: soon, maybe this evening, maybe tomorrow, I will have to mowe the lawn. I hate mowing the lawn.
Get out there, you lazy git, and cut your grass!
ReplyDeleteI agree, I hate having to mow the lawn.. we wait till the last possible dandelion is done blooming before we do.. prob. only do it 3 1/2 times a year
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