Somewhere around mid-April, Even Steven was in a bike accident and broke his shoulder (and got a black eye, cracked his helmet, cut his ear and messed up his hand.)
He had surgery on his shoulder, and was out of commission for several weeks. Among other things – no holding babies, no driving and no mowing the lawn.
And for the first time in our married life, I mowed the lawn.
And I remembered how much I LOVE mowing the lawn. It was always my job growing up. We had three acres, and my brother and I would split the job. Usually he would trim, and I would ride the mowing lawn mower. It would take hours. I loved it! This was back when I still thought I could sing
, so I would sing at the top of my lungs, have fake conversations in my head and think deep thoughts.
Sometimes they were a little too deep.
I once mowed over four baby pine trees. Cut them right off at the base of their trunks.
Another time, I got sick of mowing around a hedge of peonies in the yard, so I lifted my feet up and mowed them down. (Now I would LOVE to have a hedge of peonies like that!)
And, in my most classic mowing moment ever, I was so deep in thought that I somehow didn’t see the solar cover for the swimming pool that was all stretched out in the yard. You know the ones I mean? They look like this:
I drove right down the middle of the solar cover. Mowed right through it – shredded it to bits.
Midway through, I realized what I had done, but I was too shocked to turn the wheel or stop the lawn mower, so I kept driving. And then I started sobbing. And then I was crying and driving, and I just kept mowing and before I knew it, I was back at the cover again, and I drove over it a second time.
And, yet they still let me continue mowing the lawn…