Last week I mowed the lawn for the first time.
When I’ve said this in the past, I’ve always meant first time this year. But last week I mowed the grass that was growing in the soil I spread last fall. So I really was mowing it for the first time.
It’s a good thing that plants can’t feel. If they could, I bet that it would be pretty traumatic. The only solace would be for the half of each blade that managed to duck under my whirring, spinning mulcher of doom.
I imagine those half blades each letting out a little sigh of relief for having been passed over. Unfortunately, I don’t think they’re going to enjoy next week’s mow.
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You’re full of imagination.
Ha! Thanks Jerry. Better than being full of some other things that commonly come to mind when you hear “you’re full of…”