So, we haven't had to mow the lawn in a long time because the places that we live, other folks have been taking care of that sort of weekly chore.
But, when we moved into the new house, we had
to start mowing the lawn. We have this great old push mower with a rotary blade that makes a raspy sort of metalic noise like a bunch of scissors repeatedly cutting over and over.
The grass spills out the back and doesn't fling rocks and sticks at you like the power mowers do. I really enjoyed those things growing up.
Well, as luck would have it, we found someone to take care of the lawn mowing for us. Cole.
He was facinated by the mechanism from the outset, and it was only a couple of mowings later that he felt secure enough to stop walking along side me and start doing the pushing himself.
At first, he let his old man help him push, but later, I could only use a finger to help push. We stopped after half the lawn. He considered it done. Even with the missed patchs.
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