Two years ago, if you told me that one day I would carry a Leatherman and feel amiss without it on my belt, I would have laughed.
If you’d told me manure would become a familiar fragrance in my life, I would have thought you were crazy.
And if you’d have told me I would fall in love with a zero-turn lawn mower, I would have asked you what a zero-turn lawn mower was.
I got to use the farm’s zero-turn for the first time a few weeks ago. It had always intrigued me, but I am easily intimidated by machines. Dan gave me a quick tutorial and I nervously started it up, moved to the garden space, and set the blades in motion. And then I was hooked. It’s hard to describe why it is so darn much fun. But you know, my grandma used to tell me that when she and my grandpa purchased their riding mower, they’d fight over who got to mow the lawn each week…when I was at Richard Morris’ house last week, his wife Mary and I high-fived when we found out we both love riding mowers…and then I visited our accountant Jackie, recently and guess what? She had just cut her grass with her riding mower. (And, may I add, said she particularly loves making geometric patterns in the grass as she goes along.)
Can I get an AMEN from my riding mower sisters out there? Share your love in the comments.