That about sums it up. I decided the yard at Mother’s needed to be mowed. It was just too long to go into winter . . . just the tiniest bit too long, but no doubt about it, too long. So I spent a long time on the big mower with lots of horsepower and an accelerator. I almost bounced off a couple of times, but managed to both hold on and not get my head clipped off by low reaching limbs. And there was enough gas in the cans to keep the tank filled. I won’t say it’s the best job that has been done, but it was effective.
The sky was iron grey, but still the trees were stunningly beautiful. I chose not to take a picture, but keep the one in my head.
