I haven’t actually winterized my yard for the past three years. But with the weather being so nice this week, I thought it’d be perfect to spend the day outside doing the final cut, and prepping the yard for winter. My mom was going to have Ellie all day, I had my to-do list written, and a highlighter in hand ready to start crossing things off. Let's do this!
The temperature was mild, the sky was overcast. It was a perfect day for a fall clean-up. I had my coffee cup in hand, and my I-Pod playing my mellow fall music playlist. The first thing I needed to do was cut the grass. I have a small yard and only takes me about fifteen minutes. I also cut my neighbor’s and my grandma’s grass. She lives just a few blocks away and has a small yard as well. So realistically, it should only take me about an hour to cut all three. Or so I thought…
The temperature was mild, the sky was overcast. It was a perfect day for a fall clean-up. I had my coffee cup in hand, and my I-Pod playing my mellow fall music playlist. The first thing I needed to do was cut the grass. I have a small yard and only takes me about fifteen minutes. I also cut my neighbor’s and my grandma’s grass. She lives just a few blocks away and has a small yard as well. So realistically, it should only take me about an hour to cut all three. Or so I thought…
I go to start my lawn mower and it doesn’t even grumble. I replace the spark plug and use some starter fluid. I try again. It grumbles, putters, and then quits. I repeat this process four times. It quits every time. And then it stops even rumbling. I pull the chord again and somehow it springs back and slaps me in the face. After spending an hour messing with this I decide to just go to grandma's and use her mower. I have to go there anyways, I might as well cut hers first. It’s still nice out, I’m feeling good. This is just a minor setback. Or so I thought…
I arrive at grandma's ready to bust this out, but her lawn mower won’t start. What?!… Are you kidding me?! I think I can fix it, but I just need to bring it back home first. So I’ll fix it, cut my lawn first and then go back to grandma's. Luckily I get it started pretty quickly and I start to cut my grass until BOINK! The front tire breaks off. I'm not talking about a loose bolt, the weld broke and the whole front tire fell off. EFF. Seriously!? Well, now it’s time to call my folks. Can I borrow your lawn mower? I already broke two… Pleeeease. Luckily they agree.
Finally! I successfully cut grandma’s lawn, my lawn, and my neighbor’s. What normally takes one hour, took four. Ugh… Now I want a Fall Festival Party Cake. I want to edge and use the weed whacker to really trim it up before the winter. No such luck! After a half hour of trying I realize it's not going to start. Well I’ll at least use the blower to blow off all the loose grass from the sidewalk. After 10 minutes I realize I'd flooded the engine. It wasn’t starting anytime soon. Ugh. This is getting old really quick. How about I use the rototiller on the garden. That’s what I can do. Yup! That didn't work either. Now I want a box of Fall Festival Party Cakes.
I admit defeat and decide to go inside and start cooking dinner. There in my kitchen, the mixer works, the blender works, my oven works, the stove-top works. Maybe this is where I belong…
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