I am scared to death right now, ladies and gentlemen.
I am being honest here.
Scared. To. Death.
You see, what with my father's death and all, I haven't been to the cottage since the Easter long weekend, some 7 weeks ago. Since then, we have had some beautiful weather, most conducive to a healthy lawn spurt. I am scared crapless to think about just how long the lawn has become. I had to mow the lawn a couple of days ago at my mother's, and had mowed it perhaps 10 days before that. In that week and a half, the lawn had become nearly unmanageable. The time before that, 2 weeks or so ago now, the lawn mulch resembled hay.
We're off to the cottage this evening for the weekend. Assuming we can drive through the brush, tomorrow I'll fire up the lawn tractor and set the blade to the highest setting, and do the first cut. It will still be a long lawn after that, but at least it will be a start.
People think that because we have a cottage, we live the life of Riley. But it's quite the opposite. It's having 2 sets of everything, and having to maintain 2 residences is a lot of work. It is not without its rewards, but it is also not without its share of toil and sweat. There will be lots of that this weekend.
During the mowing, I just hope I don't run over some pygmy children who've taken up residence in the grass! The paperwork for that is incredible.