Fanatical Mower Man

We used to live on a fairly quiet tree-lined street in an older "Beaver Cleaver" type home. Our two-story home was neat and tidy, and we had a picket fence out front, a lovely garden, and well-manicured lawn. Our home blended in with most of our neighbors, though we added a few more plants and fixtures to make it our own.

Down on the corner lived "Anal Mower Guy." We called him that because he was a fanatic about his yard. He had what you would call a "postage stamp" lot, with a few mature trees and some shrubbery. His home, garage, sidewalk and driveway took up most of the green space, however, so there wasn't a lot of grass to mow.

It took "Anal Mower Guy" approximately five hours to do his yard every week. He cleaned his mower. He edged the yard around the sidewalk and drive. He mowed, a different direction each week. He pruned shrubs. He raked the grass (even when it wasn't fall)! He weeded the two little flower beds. He blew the grass clippings off the pavement. He swept the edge of the street where tiny bits of grass clippings wandered. He went around each tree with his electric trimmer. He cleaned his mower. He put everything away. He stood back and looked at his creation.

There's something to be said for taking good care of your yard. Don't you wish everyone did?

(Don't you wish someone would sneak into your yard in the middle of the night and perform this miracle of mowing on yours?)


This article was written by Caron and originally appeared here