When last I left you on December 15th, the grass continued to grow.
This is that picture.
This morning, I read John's post (Finding the Caveman Within) about him getting out and mowing the lawn at one of his client's house. John, as you know, is recovering from the "snap" and if he can get out and mow, so can this gimp. And so I did.
Doesn't look much different although it is a bit (about 5 inches) shorter.
That said, you'll remember Katherine's daughter got Covid and had to cancel the whole removal until the end of tax season. Well, her husband also got Covid about two weeks ago. Having a double dose of shots, he sailed through pretty well.
Then my grandson got it. He works in a retirement home and several workers got it too. He went into quarantine along with my son and his family for about 2 weeks. I tell you, that shit is everywhere.
So, while all this was happening, I'm working on the walkway into the back yard. It will be 4 feet wide from the stakes on the right and edged with a plastic border. First though, I have to get the grass out.
Then I had one of those gardening epiphanies. Get a hoe. No not that kind. The garden kind.
OK, worked somewhat, but needed something. Aha, another epiphany. Wow, two in one day. Must be something spiritual. Highly unlikely in my case.
Out came the grinder. Looks something like this:
Make the hoe sharp. Perfect. Start hacking away. While I was sharpening the hoe, I also sharpened my Hula Hoe. In case you don't know what they look like.
That's where the front yard stands at the moment. More to follow.