Corona virus cannot stop spring. Skies are blue, birds are migrating north, and everything is growing.
In my neighborhood, quarantine life is filled with the sound of lawn mowers and weed whackers. I must admit while other yards are looking mighty fine, mine is a little shaggy. I have yet to find time to fire up the lawn equipment. Today, after six hours of grading, I vowed to change all that.
I couldn’t get the mower started to save my life even with fresh gas, new oil, and a clean spark plug. So I decided to try the string trimmer. Easy starting? I think not.
I am grateful for my neighbor Brad’s assistance. I felt vindicated when he couldn’t get the mower started either. But the trimmer succumbed to his ministrations and I started my outdoor adventure.
I decided to call it quits after finishing a tank of gas. I trimmed the side yard and most of the front. It’s not particularly even and certainly not finished. It gives my house the “quarantine haircut” look. Maybe I’ll get back to it again tomorrow or maybe I will ask for recommendations for lawn care professionals.
For now, I think more grading sounds delightful.
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