Mowing

Hey people's. So as you know it is Spring in Martinsburg and for us that means mowing the lawn. Let's see how that went.

So Dad tells me that I am mowing the lawn today. Color drains from my face. Number one: my setup is pretty bad. I use to have 1-2 problems a mow about my iPod, hat falling off, or trying to get to my water bottle without stopping the mower and having to start it again. Number two: the Nerf darts. Alex and I constantly shoot each other in the yard with foam darts fired from plastic guns. I always try to find them all but sometimes that is impossible. If I am lucky I can get one or two saved. Sometimes I just heard Bzzzzzt! Pow! And I am afraid to look at the poor dismembered Nerf dart. Number three: the obstacles. In the backyard alone I have a huge shed, several trees, a long row of other trees right up against the fence, the Cabana, and a tree bush monster that I suspect used to eat people rules the long gone pond area. There is also another thorny bush, and a risen garden close enough to both bushes to hurt me and far enough away I have to mow there. Not to mention in the fall the pine needles shoot out like bullets in the front yard.



The cabana.


The people eater.

First I have to get out my last pair of shoes which are for yard work. The shoes I have used over the years have differed as I get new shoes and old shoes expire but by the time it is Springtime they are all super small. This particular pair was even worse because the bottom front of one of the shoes flopped down only connected to my shoe by the back half of the rubber. There was still a cloth protecting my socked foot from the elements but my mom had to glue the rubber back it. The glue worked fine but somehow over the months the glue bunched up into a tight roll right in between my toes and the rest of my foot. With every step the back of the shoe dug into my heel and the glue lump kept my toes pressed against the roof of it.



Work shoes






See the glue.

Next I have to make sure that there is nothing in the yard like the hose. Everything goes well. Then I get out the mower and fill it with gas. It starts fine especially for the first mow of Spring. 5-10 minutes of mowing and I hit a root grown just enough since last Spring to hit the blade but not big enough for me or Dad to notice the difference. There is even a patch on the side yard I don't mow because of the roots there but in the back yard there has never been a problem. So anyway, Bzzzt! clang! The mower stops immediately. I flip it on it's side and I see the root with the top chopped off and the mower blade bent downwards so bad it left a rut in the dirt from hitting the root. I rushed inside and found Dad with a smile on his face knowing I did something but not that bad. I told him what happened and his smile disappeared. He examined the mower and I put it away along with my things.


The root.


The grass clumps shot out when the blade bent.



Oh by the way, a few weeks ago Katie broke the dishwasher so Katie and I are the new dishwasher.

Bye!


By Ashton