Mowing grass is pretty much like washing dishes. As you mow, you think how good it looks when the yard is done, and how you want to do a good job. Then it occurs to you that it’s only temporary in its goodness, because even as you mow, the grass is still growing underneath the ground. Even as we wash dishes, someone is eating or drinking something, dirtying a dish in some place on this property!
I pushed a reel mower as a child, then a gas mower. Couldn’t handle a self propelled gas mower on foot. So we got a lawn tractor after we built our own home. I have weeded and trimmed, not much at weed whacking, because I’ve never trusted myself to keep my lower limbs out of the way of that line. These days my son and grandsons and even one small friend have saved me from hot mowing. I try to mow when it’s cool. I like to be cool.
Number One Son also keeps the mower tank full of gas even as his father did my vehicle. Don’t pump or pour gas, I’m spoiled and I like to breathe. So the other day when I decided it had quit raining long enough to mow, I jumped on and began to mow the front yard. I looked at the gauge when I got on and thought I had enough gas. The longer I mowed, the more I doubted I’d get done. I got the front yard done and began the big back yard. It became evident it was borderline whether I had enough in my tank to finish. It got my attention as the needle on the gauge moved into the red.
I called Number One Son. He said he had my full gas can at home, but at the moment he was elsewhere in a batting cage with The Big Guy. I told him what he was doing was important, so he shouldn’t come running with gas. I didn’t expect him to. I said I just wanted to know if I could mow with the needle in the red. His answer: “You can just mow till it quits. It won’t hurt it.” So I finished and made it back into the garage with the mower after cooling it down.
This morning it occurred to me now that there are two kinds of people in this world: those who mow what shows and those who mow till they run out of gas both physically and figuratively. I just want to keep on going and so many people I know do also. We help each other when we run out of gas, especially if we are trying to do what we believe God would have us do. Keep mowing! Power on!
2 Corinthians 12:9 “And he said unto me, ‘My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.’”
2 Timothy 1-7 “For God hath not given us the spirit of fear: but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
Onward❤️
Only way to go and to mow. None of that backing up stuff!
Joanne, I enjoy your Monday Musings and the wisdom they impart. Relating to this weeks musing came easy since the hour meters on our two lawn mowing tractors total over 1500 hours. A JD traveling companion from Germany once commented “you Americans have to be crazy to mow all that grass”. His lawn was about 10 by 10 feet.