The birds are singing in our pecan trees, the baby goats across the road are calling for the mama goats, and the riding lawn mower is chugging away with my husband in its seat. Spring has finally begun.
I've been out there this morning with the small mower, cutting the grass in the middle of the courtyard behind the garage, and the lawn between the coop and the guest cottage. Both of those places always have the tallest grass, and without the chickens around to scratch up the lawns there, that grass never stops growing.
We used to have a lawn service out here to take care of the property around the house and the cottage, but then my husband got the idea to buy a riding mower. We both went shopping for it, and I told my husband that if he got a mower that I could manage well enough, I'd help him with the mowing. I thought it would be fun. (Not.) I didn't realize that every bit of dust and grass that gets kicked up by the mower ends up on your face and your eyelashes. I guess it would have been better if I hadn't put on make-up before going out there to cut the grass. (Not going to happen.)
My husband seems happy enough on the riding mower. It's a mindless job, like vacuuming carpet. Up and down, back and forth, repeat, repeat, repeat.
The weather has been very warm.... nice and sunny with a few clouds tossed in here and there. Next weekend is Mardi Gras on Galveston Island. We used to drive to Galveston when we lived in Clear Lake..... "Dickens On the Strand" in December, Mardi Gras parades in the Spring, surf-fishing in the summer.... going to Galveston was like a mini vacation. We would see all the tourists in the shops and along The Strand, and we'd think how lucky we were to be living within driving distance of a tourist destination.
Oh well. The town we live in is also a tourist destination, but it's not surrounded by the ocean. We don't hear the seagulls and the waves breaking along the Gulf. We do, however, hear the thrumming engines of lawn mowers and tractors day in and day out.
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