So the lawn service finally showed up. I was so excited. I love having someone else take care of the lawn. Our mower broke at the end of last season. Instead of getting a new one, (both JA and I were out of work at the time), we hired our neighbors lawn service to do the last few cuts.
WHOOOWEEE did our lawn look nice. We never were able to get our edging nice due to the fact that the prior owner neglected the edging for many, many years. Edging needed power equipment and we just have the typical homeowner crap.
So imagine how happy I was when JA decided we are just going to let someone else take care of the lawn this year. No mower to buy. No worrying about when to cut the grass, the weather and again when the grass will get cut. The twins are never home these days, so we can not rely on them. After JA’s heart attack, our outlook changed. Why stress over the lawn when we can have it done for us amiright? What takes these guys about twenty minutes would take us a couple of hours. Without the trimming and blowing.
With JA’s schedule he could be home from work at 2:00 one day or 8:00 the next. So there is never a reliable schedule for cutting our grass. We always ended up being in close tie with Mama Drama’s lawn and that, my friends, is pretty not cool. Our neighborhood has impeccable lawns. They are fanatic about it around here.
HOWEVER…while being all giddy and stuff from them showing up, I grew rather alarmed when the mowing frenzy ground to a complete halt. I hear a muffled thud, then the guy running to the front of the house yelling, “Chuck!!! CHUUUUCK!!!”. Then Chuck came to the side of the house and there was utter silence. All I could think of was they hit Mama Duck and there were duck guts everywhere. Where they trying to cover the deed?
But alas the mower started up and the job was completed.
So I just checked and Mama Duck is doing very well considering the mower and trimming that took place not even two feet from her nest.
And the lawn looks pretty.
