Lawn Mower. How I Came to Love Thee...
Mowing the lawn, the bane of suburban living, is also perhaps the best time for me to think. The hum of our battery operated mower is just enough to muffle the noises of the neighbors screaming children (or are those my screaming kids?) and let my mind think. Precious minutes where I can let my mind wander as I pace back and forth. It is almost as if I am walking my own labyrinth, letting each though drift to the next. And my mowing habits match the seasons so perfectly - so much excitement and new growth in Spring... hot, crabby and tired in the heat of summer.
Hey - I like your blog!!! And I also like meditative lawn mowing - it took a special adjustment when it was so stinking hot I had to mow at 5 a.m. :) Also, our allergies are no big deal - Jude's a seasonal and if I would just start him on meds earlier each season we' be fine. Jarod needs an epi-pen I think because in the last decade it has really gotten more intense and people at restaurants don't really understand this stuff do they? :)
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