weekend update

This weekend, I mowed the grass.

Simple sentence, 6 little words, but I'm damned proud of them. For a few reasons, really. The major one is that I have a rather huge phobia of flying/stinging insects, so spending 2 hours behind a lawnmower is a big achievement for me. Second reason is that the “grass” we needed to mow could better be classified as “hay” at the very least and “a fucking wild mess” with little effort.

When clover is a foot tall, it doesn't really qualify as grass anymore.

It's a damned good thing we bought a petrol lawnmower because no electric one could have been able to deal with that lot. Even then, we abused the shit out of the poor thing. The engine kept cutting off because the grass was too dense, we had to empty the grass catcher every 20 feet (at the end, I just left it off and left the clippings where they fell) and at one point, the drive belt fell off because the axle was too clogged with tangled weeds. Even then, we didn't even attempt to clear out the last 30 feet of the garden because we didn't feel like fighting 2-foot tall stinging nettles. We'll need to hire a petrol strimmer (i.e. a gas-powered weed-wacker for you North Americans) to clear out that jungle, but that can wait for another weekend.