Mowing...

...I know it's weird but I love mowing the yard. Last year was the first time I'd EVER mowed and I absolutely LOVED it! Growing up, my sister and I were not allowed to mow because we lived on, well, basically a vertical hill and our uncle lived on a similar one and his mower flipped but luckily his watch saved his hand...SO long story short, we were never allowed to mow. Probably a good thing because if I had, I probably wouldn't like mowing so much.

Last summer, I mowed once a week and Matt mowed once a week. This year, I was not so much into mowing. I think I've only done it once or twice this year. Here's a picture of Mattie Mo mowin'...
Not only do I like to mow but I like to watch him mow. Sometimes I sit backwards on the couch in the living room with a dog on either side of me watching from the cool inside and sometimes I sit on the steps in the backyard watching Mattie go back and forth and back and forth....

I think it's therapeutic for me, just the steady hum of the mower and being able to see a difference in the grass length (I think that's the OCD in me that loves that part). I think I just get in a trance, forgetting about the worries of today and tomorrow...just watching the tall grass get shorter and shorter while the mower hums loudly enough to keep any thoughts away.

Funny as I started typing this post, my neighbor started mowing...