From October until a couple weeks ago I was thinking, "C'mon, Spring! Where's the Green?"
Well, the lawn has been mowed now. Twice. In one week.
And knowing it would have to be done Saturday in spite of the fact that it was done the previous Monday, I went to the barn mid-morning and started the chore of prepping the tractor. Drained the oil, involving several trips to the garage, to the tool shelves, to... Looking for the right tools, you see. Finally got the oil drained-- now what to do with the plastic sack full of used oil? Then I had to go to town to get oil because I'd only half-quart on the shelf. Installed new oil, pumped up a low tire, straightened a tie-rod. Oh, boy! Here we go.
No. We do not.
Go anywhere, I mean; because when I tried to start the engine, rr-klunk. Battery charged. rr-klunk snick, snick.
I wound up mowing the fenced enclosure with the walk behind mower, and I am not going to describe what that walking means to my aching bones. You really do not want to know.
Had lunch, rested, went to look at new $$$$ lawn mowers. I know, I know. It has been thirteen years since we bought one, but what the?
So we came home and I mowed the front yard, and I am not going to describe. Oh, wait. I am perseverating.
So the mowing is done. Well, except for the one-third of the lawn that is behind the barn. To heck with it.
Is there an emoji that would represent vanilla boxing himself severely about the ears?