I plowed through the forest of dandelions in my yard this weekend, and thought it might be a good time to re-share this:
I was excited about mowing. We lived in an apartment when we first got married. Then a condo. Now we finally had a home with a yard, and I was excited about mowing!
I got over it.
Still, if ya got grass, ya gotta mow, and that means ya gotta:
- Cut it often (before, say, eagles build nests in it) and
- Cut it straight
The first few times I mowed, it looked like this:
Spotting! Years ago I asked a ballerina-girlfriend how she kept from losing balance every time she did those amazing turns. “Spotting,” she said. Dancers pick something to focus on, spotting it again each time they come around. This keeps them from flying out of control. And from throwing up on their nicely dressed audience.
It was worth a try. I began looking at…
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