I live in a tiny house in an outer, quiet part of town where the modest little houses have big lots. A short time after moving into this home last May, I became aware that all of my neighbors use a riding mower, as does my landlord for my yard. Last summer, it seemed to me that on every day of no rain, one neighbor or another was mowing his lawn. (I have never seen a woman mow a lawn at the home of a male-female couple, and all my neighbors are m-f couples.)
Today, the mowing season has commenced.
One of the joys of this for me includes the lovely fragrance of freshly mown grass!
Another, stemming from my Chicago-born roots, is knowing that our neighborhood has more eyes paying attention to what’s going on outside, not that this is a rough neighborhood, but I notice who’s watching.
The downside of the continual mowing is the almost Non. Stope. Noice.
This year, I will mark my calendar every day I hear a riding mower so I can be aware and appreciate the quiet days when no neighbor mows.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could coordinate to all mow on the same one or two days per week! I know, practically speaking it would limit some of the neighbors in a way that could be unreasonable. Oh, but allow me the fantasy for a few moments! If we could, we’d have more quiet days, just like early Spring, which, although just began on the calendar, seems to be ending with this, the first mowing of the season.
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