For some reason I feel as if Iíve spent the last three days behind the lawnmower, when in fact it probably amounts to less than an hour, total. And the swath Iíve cut through the high grass doesnít amount to much, when you compare it with the vast field that is my yard. But I have managed to cut back the center strip from the driveway, and a patch around the front of the house. The part of the house my few visitors actually see, that is.
So I guess it was worth the sneezing and the aching legs and arms and (especially) back. It might even be worth the itching in places where the grass couldnít possibly have touched. I wonder what thatís all about. A few weeks back my landlord complained that he got three ticks on him just walking from the driveway to my front door. Iíve walked that same path a thousand times and never found a tick, so Iím not convinced. Or maybe Iím immune. In fact, Iím pretty sure the itching is from the suggestion of ticks and the like, more than the reality.
The sneezing, however, is real.