OK, this one’s for free. As I, among others, often say, no hair too fine. As much as I hate cutting the grass, I have to admit this is a little excessive.
The first time I saw this awe inspiring image, my first thought was “Erma Bombeck, I hope you’re wearing a dress, because your pants are ON FIRE. Given that Ms. Bombeck has departed this life, I think it’s appropriate to say that I hope her pants aren’t on fire for any other reason.
So Geez, Kenny, where is this all going?
It’s going here. We’ve been fortunate with the rain this summer, but there’s always a price. A mower with a mulching deck is a real good thing as long as your grass is dry. Otherwise the mulched cuttings can jam up the blades and smoke test the belts, so it’s best to wait a little. It took me three passes to make this cut and I might get the whole thing under control if I can get out there again in a couple days to really shave it down. I’ll pray for rain if you all will pray that I don’t break my neck. May we all prosper on the journey. Thanks for looking.