Easy there reader. I love cutting grass. I missed the smell and feel and act of cutting grass so much while we lived in Russia. One spring I almost bought a German made lawn mower and cut the grass in our apartment building's court yard. I ended up not doing it but I sure wish I would have.
One of the great joys of my role as father to three sons is teaching them to do things on their own. I gotta be honest though...I might teach them to cut the grass at our house but I think I'll always prefer to do it myself. I just enjoy it that much!
Why? One reason is that while cutting grass it is one of the few times (ok, only time) that I am without a mobile phone, PDA, mp3 player, or TV. I just get lost in thought...thoughts about being a man, a husband, father, missionary, sports fan, son, brother, and on and on. The really great thing is that I don't have to push myself at all to move into this mode. It just happens.
Another reason is that it reminds of so many great memories as a young man. As a 14 year old, I once earned almost $4000 in one summer cutting grass. I had a sign and a trailor and little company called "U Gro It, I Mow It". Man I loved those days. I remember Dad bringing home a Snapper riding mower from my grandfather's farm sale in middle TN. I remember "not being able to start" a mower one time only to have my father say "I'll give you $5 if you start it on the next pull." I did and he did. I'll never forget that.
Anyway...that's me...a lover of grass!