Ladies, start your mowers

Today marks the official lawn-mowing opener here at the Lovestead, and I’m feeling a bit apprehensive about getting back to one of my lifelong passions.

I could write a book about all my lawnmowers and mowing experiences.  In fact, I did include a chapter called “Lawnmowers R Us” in Postcards from Potato Land.

That segment told of the ever-growing fleet we had accumulated over the years and probably even mentioned that I had been accused of trying to stretch my lawn to downtown Sandpoint because of all the mowing on my own lawn and all along the roadside running past our former home on Great Northern Road.

Bill always liked to note that I was the champion of lawn mowing on the north side of the bridge while Garry Bristow held the title over there in Sagle south of the bridge.  Yup, Garry liked extending his mowing also.

Of late, however, my passion for mowing a huge lawn and mowing it often has been tempered by the annual ITCH, which started about four years ago/ Marianne Love , Slight Detour. More here.

Question: Have you mowed your lawn yet? Do you enjoy doing so?