this is mostly for those of you who drive by and see me mowing . . .
but the rest of you might be interested as well.
this is what i mow with:
by choice. it is a push mower. not self-propelled. well, propelled by myself. it is old. it was free. it is slightly broken. and very bent.
and just so you all know, ben really wants to buy me a new one. something really nice. even a riding lawn mower.
but i won't let him. i'm pretty stubborn. about this. (i figure if this is one of the few things i'm stubborn about, we're doing o.k.)
and here's why i'm stubborn. i'm mowing through this sort of stuff:
and this:
we started from scratch here last summer.
so, i like my old mower. i can plow through thick grass and over really bumpy, rocky ground, and through patches of thistles and big weeds and i don't have to worry about the mower. if i had a newer mower, i know that i would have wrecked it a million times by now. i told ben that if i hit a really big hole or rock and totally wreck this thing, i won't be nervous about his reaction when i have to tell him - he'll just laugh.
i also love using this mower, because the handle is perfect for me, the mower isn't too heavy, and it is indestructable (at least so far).
this old mower also provides me with an excellent workout and plenty of time to think and pray, lots of fresh air, a suntan, and the smell of fresh-cut grass. i like walking the ground - i never know what i might find. today i found a wild rose bush, that i mowed carefully around. i also have a whole grove of cotton-wood trees that are about waist high - volunteers that would have been run over if i had a big, fancy riding mower.
i'm definitely in the process of defining and working our lawn into being. in another year or two, i will let ben buy me a new mower. maybe even a rider.
but in the meantime, if you drive by and see me fighting this mower up and down the hill, know i do it by choice, and that if ben had his way, i wouldn't be lugging this thing up and down the hill. but for now, he gave in to me on this one. for now . . .