indiana territory

MOWING THE LAWN, WELL, I MEAN YARD

I have some weeds in my grass and my mother has some really non-grass funky green things in the area that she mows up in LaGrange County. So, I guess we don't have lawns; we have yards. I believe yards are lower class than lawns, but that's okay. I'm comfortable with it.

Mother and I mowed last Friday on a Wheel Horse and a riding Toro mower; the grass wasn't too high, but the buckhorns were sticking right up there. It was satisfying to see the scraggly patch become more eye-pleasing. Another thing I like about mowing is that no one bothers you - you are left with your thoughts.

Sydney was there with us and we thought he'd lie in the shade with his water dish and watch us, sort of like his breed watches sheep. He, however, thought he would jump up frequently and run out to my little tractor and then follow behind me in the heat and humidity. I had on a hat; he did not. So Mother and I actually took a break earlier than intended to give the dog a rest. He drank water and we thought about spiking it with Gatorade when mowing in the future. I had some Lipton Diet Iced Tea (peach flavored) and mother went with some Lipton Lemon.

The cats kept their distance, even though they know Sydney is a pussycat. Once when I was in California and he was staying with Mother, a little kitten adopted him and slept on his paws. Sydney's Kitten we called it. Actually, one of the furballs, Tippy or Tiffany, showed up for a while before we left, but we saw nothing of the cat called The Little One.

We didn't visit Lucy Lib's little cat shrine at her burial site, but Sydney is thinking of leaving a memorial there - 101 Things to do with a Dead Cat. Okay, bad joke, bad joke.

posted by Jody @ 8:48 PM