I mowed for six hours straight at the LaGrange house yesterday; well, I was riding, so that helps. The part out back was very tall because mowers were in the shop due to some little accidents I’ve documented here, but don’t choose to revisit. The embarrassment factor, dontcha know.

Fortunately for me, it has been extremely dry there; rain showers and storms have skirted around it for several weeks so I did not have to contend with what would be the equivalent of chopped spinach clogging the mower and overworking its engine. On the other hand, if I were sensitive to pollen, I would have been draped over the steering wheel or flat out on the ground, covered with yellow. My engine would have clogged up.

Now, today, we are supposed to get rain, and that’s okay because the grass isn’t hanging over my head anymore – nor is it tickling my knees. Yes, the rain will encourage the battered little blades to green up and grow, but that’s better than the little dust bowl we’ve been experiencing.

I wonder if I have jinxed myself into lots of moisture and a summer of mowing and mowing and mowing. Oh, well, right now I’m just glad I didn’t put off the marathon mowing until today.

A gold star, please.