Everyone helps mow on the farm.
|1991 - cousins|
|1967 - Grandma and Great-Grandma|
|1981 - cousin|
|1980 - aunt|
The never-ending chore! With as much grass as we've got here, I don't have the option of not riding a lawn mower, and anyone with legs long enough to reach gets to help mow. We warned the kids that moving to the farm meant chores and true to our word, we weren't here a week when we put them to work mowing the front yard.
Since the kids did such a spectacular job, I thought maybe I could handle another go round. So back on the riding mower I climbed last week. I put on my flip flops, got a quick lesson from the hubby and off I went.
I came back a little dirty. Maybe hubby is right, I shouldn't wear my flip flops for everything? Nah...