Battle

The first swing of the blade was here and gone... the first blood drawn. The annual battle known as lawn care has begun. A battle that I will lose for the first couple of months. With today's cutting, the rate of growth will increase, forcing me to cut my lawn between two and three times a week. (Not much exaggeration.) I will be able to watch, as the new growth is up and in need of cutting before I finish the previous cut.

But it shall come to pass, in the seventh month, when the air is hot and arid, and the Sun directly overhead, a man... nay, a guy... shall emerge from his cave. He shall come forth at high noon, when the sun is the hottest, and the air borders on Hell, and he will lower his mower, leaving no more than an inch and a half of height. And lo, the sun shall bake the grass, and it shall die. And T1G will look upon his work, and say, "It is good." And he shall mow no more, except to trim the weeds which shall appear every third week... the battle finished, until the next spring, when grass will ignore it's defeat, and shall wage war once again.

Okay, it's time to follow the Jedi master of unemployed bloggers, and grab a gin and tonic, or ten. Good luck in your campaigns...

Posted by That 1 Guy at April 24, 2006 07:28 PM