We are having some mower problems.
First, my son who does the majority of the mowing is at camp this week and I haven’t seen anyone jumping on the mower since he’s been gone. Next, our weed wacker or trimmer or whatever you want to call it, is in the shop and they won’t even start working on the darn thing until June 15th because that’s how backed up they are. So, no trimming will be done on Coal Creek Farm. And lastly, we have been using the wrong size of blades on our mower for over a year so we have long lines of uncut grass. That last factoid is enough to drive my dad, Harry, insane. Just think happy thoughts dad, we are not doing it on purpose.
And then there are the tires.
We have old tires in the barn, by the fuel tank and by the fort. I was going to grow some potatoes in those tires this year, but um, yeah, those tires aren’t moving themselves, now are they? I think it’s too late for my tater tires. Dang gut.
Goodness, I was embarrassed to post a photo of my back porch, but this…this is what I want the world to see. Tires and bricks and a chewed up soccer ball and a little folding chair and the long-farking grass and weeds!!! Just try to look beyond the tire dump and see the pretty background, that’s what I tell myself.