I'm a Gardener! Sort of. . .

As soon as we moved in our first home, Sean wanted to begin home improvements. I love that he showed initiative and a genuine desire to work on the house, but the projects proved more than we can handle. I say 'we' because he would start it, and I would be left home to finish, or continue. Anyway, one of the first things we did was replace the back lawn. The grass here is very ugly and not green and lush like we're used to. So we killed it off and seeded a new lawn in the back. The front is still a bunch of weeds. Eww. Oh well, it was the beginning of Fall and everyone had crappy yards with dead leaves all over.

Now that it's Spring, the grass/weeds are growing like, well, weeds. I started getting notices in the mail about being fined for being 'The White Trash House.' What a burn! We didn't have a lawnmower, but we had a weed whacker. I got it out and after figuring out that it was battery powered (Sean's idea), I tried to clear up the weeds along the edge of our property. It was the most gutless, waste of power tool I had ever used! I swear the weeds were laughing at me. Angry and fed up, I packed William in the car and we headed out to buy a lawnmower. . .

Here is the lawn mower I wantedHere is the lawn mower Sean wanted

This is what we compromised on

So I got a normal mower that's is pretty powerful and had it delivered today. I put William down for a nap and went outside to 'stop the madness!' that was our backyard. I was amazed how nice it looked after a good mowing. Even though there are a bunch of weeds and bald spots and thin grass patches, it looks okay. I liken it to a balding man who finally shaves off the comb-over. I finally mowed our yard's comb-over and now we're not the ugliest yard in the neighborhood. Hooray!