Saturday morning. Bird song, many species, ease softly through the window. The body, the bones and the mind at rest. The peace and sanctuary of Saturday morning. Bliss.
Until, it’s not.
For most, the smell of freshly cut grass conjures warm images of youth, of order, of parallel lines, or of a task completed. Or perhaps it’s the smell of rich, black soil, or the solidity of earth under one’s feet. Or perhaps a feeling of rebirth or growth.
For most.
But not for me.
This past, this dipping back into youth, of weekend chores, of hundreds of yards of uncut grass, of an aging push mower, of a hot sun bearing down, of a rush to finish – offers no such relief.
This boy, 50+ years ago, angry…mumbling…promising…someday you won’t need to do this. No sir.
I can hear the preparation two floors below. A quick check on fuel. Three to four presses on the squishy button to prime the carburetor. A hard pull on the starter cord. A cough, and then two. A second pull, two coughs followed by a few chugs, a puff of black smoke and the two-stroke Honda mower fires up, rotary blades whirling. 100+ db of its piercing scream chasing all birds, and the sanctuary away.
This boy didn’t draw up the solution this way, he hadn’t worked out the details. That’s his wife, two floors below, pushing the mower, filling garbage bags with lawn clippings, hauling them to the side of the house – her brow beaded with sweat, the back of her t-shirt shadowed with more. It’s now her ritual.
The man grabs the open window, pulls it down hard with a snap – dulling the noise, and his conscience.
He turns his back from the window and back to a Netflix film.
I think she actually likes it.
Photo: Chris Campbell
Or maybe you could ask her…😉
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Hmmmmmm
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I mowed lawns throughout my childhood, too, pal. We lived on 2+ acres. My brother and I shared the duties…one mowing, the other trimming. Our house, my grandmother’s, my father’s business, the elderly neighbor’s, my parents’ rental properties. Part of our chores, not up for discussion, get ‘er done. I came to see it as meditation time and felt a sense of pride when everything was complete and looking good. Happy Saturday!
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Hmmmmm. As they say, to each his / her own!
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Yep, that’s what makes the world go round…😊
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She probably does… or YOU would be doing it… 😁😎 or paying one in to do it…
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Funny!
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😊
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Why did you pull the window down hard with a snap?
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Sticky window. 😀
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you need fo find a local kid who wants to make cash and has a lot of enthusiasm for the job. it’s working for me. i love your ‘shutting the window’, – it fits metaphorically and literally –
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Good idea Beth. And thank you.
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I’m waiting for her comment. Is she still out mowing the lawn?
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Laughing. No. I’ve blocked her from commenting.
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I offer her my blog 😊
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What a helper you are…
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🙂 My mom would tell you to put a dollop of Vaseline inside both sides of the window frame as high up as you can, then pull the (double-hung –maybe it works for the newer kind, too) window up and down a few times ’til it gets greased into smooth sliding. Thank God *we* never had to mow anywhere we lived, lol!
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I off and running to get the Vaseline! Thanks!
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LOL!
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I beat mowing lawns by giving birth to three sons. I soon forgot about the pain of childbirth, and never had to remember about mowing a lawn again. Extreme maybe? 😉
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Absolutely not!
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I thought it was a pretty good deal too.
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For them, absolutely!
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🙂 >3 >3
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Great story! I’ll go for a nap!
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Me too!
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Really Mr K? I think you hope she likes doing it …coz she’s certainly not going getting any help from you ha! She can comment on my blog too! 😬
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(Note to self: is it so surprising DK? This piling on by the Girl’s Club. Have they no mercy, for the tired, who are recovering from The Long Week?)
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Oh please! Don’t make me tear up ha! Just get on with it mister 🙄 and yes no surprise at all…
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LAUGHING!
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I bet it was an early Father’s Day gift from her. Happy Father’s Day, David!
Ps. Don’t take this division of labor for granted.
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Yes Helen. Every Saturday is Father’s Day for me! And none taken for granted! 🙂
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