Grunge

Patchy green and dead grass freshly uncovered from a layer of snow
Spring Grass

It’s very close to the days when we will start instructing elder youth to mow. In former years, DH and I have shared mowing duties. Not that we have a particularly large yard. Mowing takes about twenty minutes, and only that long because we have an electric mower, and one must stop the blades from spinning whilst tossing the extension cord over like a jump rope. Then one may resume. But yeah, since elder youth will not have his grandparent’s lawn to mow, he’s mowing ours. This mama is a happy mama.