Mowing the lawn has always been one of my least favorite chores. I didn’t even like it as a kid when we had a riding lawn mower. I think the last time I looked forward to lawn mowing was when I was really little and my dad would pull me in my wagon behind the mower.
And yet, as a homeowner, one of the chores that gives me the biggest sense of accomplishment is mowing the lawn. I’m not really sure why. But looking at a newly mown lawn, especially if I’m the one who mowed it, makes me happy.
We used a long rope so you wouldn't be too close to the blades. It made it harder to mow because I had to keep track of you and make sure none of the turns were too hard. That's not a complaint, I loved pulling you. The hard part for me is realizing that you are remembering something that was 30 years ago. Getting the dandelions up is another pain in the posterior job, but there is the same satifaction in looking over the unmarred green expanse of a freshly mowed lawn.