I mowed the lawn at our new house for the first time today. It was interesting. Mowing one’s lawn is a pretty intimate experience, or at least can be. More than just a means for getting the yard presentable, it’s a process of discovery.
I’ve been in the new house now dozens of times since the closing. I’ve been all through the basement and even spent time doubled up in the attic crawl space with my cordless drill, but walking around in the grass behind the mower today really made the place feel like ours. Maybe it’s all about getting in touch with the soil, learning where all the bumps and roots are, discovering the spots where the grass grows longer or thicker than elsewhere.
I also timed myself. About thirty minutes, which isn’t bad.