Whilst for many cutting the grass is a tedious and onerous task, for me mowing the lawn is a therapeutic exercise. It allows my mind to wander as the lawnmower engine chugs gently away and the blades whirr across the grass trimming it to a satisfyingly even height. Of course grass grows everywhere and not every bit of lawn is so neatly cut as the fairways of Augusta or the square at Lords.
The windows of our house look out over a small garden lawn that I keep for best, rather like the front room my nan used to keep in her house for special occasions. And it is this small area that I loving mow often ignoring the other more awkward areas of long grass around flower beds and trees out of sight of the house.
With a lively anticipation I pull the cord and the mower kicks into life with a constant hum and I commence the exercise by trimming around the edges, in a way defining the problem.Continue reading “Mowing the Lawn”