What a difference a year makes. In my youth I could give two shits about what my lawn looked liked, if I had any. While I did mow the lawn many times when I was a kid I looked upon it as a chore as my father kept telling me how character building it was. For reasons I'll never understand he decided that it was best that I use the push mower instead of the rider. Considering we lived on five acres I became the equivalent of Mother Theresa.
Saturday it was time to give the grass a trim, so I picked up after the dogs and prepared myself for some mowing. My lawn isn't that big, so the task is a small one. Still I broke out the edger and weed eater to give a nice look to our house. Surprisingly, I gave a damn. Yes I stood there and looked at my greenery and had a sense of pride given to a task any child could do.
So this is what it's like being a home owner....
"A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule." - Michael Pollan