It's officially mowing season again here in op. Some of us took longer than others to accept that! We have overzealous neighbors who start mowing, rain or shine, every week right away. I can respect that. Especially when you have a chemically treated lawn that actually grows instead of dirt peppered with what appears to be grass, but feels more like a rock quary than velvet carpet!
We here on H street have one neighbor out of the whole cul-de-sac that lets his yard grow until it's inevitably 6 inches high or more. He is the corner house so it's hard to miss. I have come to the conclusion that he does have a good reason for this. See, he's the only person on H street with a riding mower. YES, a riding mower. Now, since his yard is about the size of his house, which means it may be 1000 sq feet. I have concluded that the only way he justified the all powerful purchase was to emphasize how hard it is to push mow the tiny forest he fosters so dearly!
I am probably more "bugged" by this guy and his rider than I should be. But yesterday we mowed our lawn. Afterwards, my daughter said "I remember when we lived in Indiana and you would mow the yard. I would get to watch Mary Kate and Ashley movies. I would watch 2 of them (each 1/2 hour long) 4 times. If you think real hard and do some simple math you will soon realize that I mowed 3 acres of yard in what took me 4 to 4 1/2 hours with my little push mower, that was without a break. That yard, needed a rider. By the way, as we watched our neighbor mow, my husband pointed out how much trouble mr. rider was having and that he could walk/push a mower faster and be done with it in less time!
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We had a neighbor that would mow every six or seven weeks. I was never really sure whether I liked it or hated it. It looked pretty bad most of the time and it made me think that my neighbeor was a bum. The nice thing, though was that the neighbors I had who mowed more frequently than I did couldn't possibly think I was the lazy slob bringing property values down when compared to that guy.
We had a house across the street that had tree limbs down from a snow storm. Not the most recent in January but the one before that. With the grass growing up around the limbs and all the trash kids have left in the yard, it was beginning to have that drug house look. We were about to call the city, but someone came last week and mowed and chopped the limbs up.
Living in an apartment is a blessing in disguise for me...since I don't have to mow a yard. Besides, I don't think I would know "how" to mow...since I always had a brother at home to do that! Guess I will have to teach my boys to do that chore!! =D
some neighborhoods out south see dandy-lions as unsophisticated clues to the next-door persons' cultural stuntedness. In Italy, the parks are all overgrown and beautiful...
I hold Mr. Mower personally responsible for the dandelion forrest growing in my yard.
By letting them grow to be the height of a small cellular tower, when he finally does "harvest", they blow right across the street where I feel the social pressure to kill them immediately - or at least before company is scheduled to come over.
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