During the winter, with shovel in hand, I find myself fantasizing about mowing my lawn. As the bitter cold slices through my body, the thought of a hot summer day and me, slaving over a hot Toro actually seems appealing.
Fast forward to August-and the thought of mowing my lawn holds absolutely no appeal. I think that I’m in the minority in this regard. I think my neighborhood counterparts actually enjoy riding around or meticulously pushing the Lawn Boy in precise patterns.
Maybe I’m missing the gene that takes enormous pride in grooming the yard. I know it’s a “guy thing”. Don’t get me wrong…I love looking at my newly groomed lawn and enjoy the neat rows and the smell of fresh cut grass.
The thing is, I can enjoy the results without actually having to do the work….honey, can I please call the neighbor boy? The Red Sox are on!
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