Please ignore the debris lurking in the shadows back by the fence. Tornadoes ripped through our area a couple of days ago, and we lost a few limbs. What I would like you to notice are the fresh lines in the grass that I PUT THERE.
That I’ve been able to help Dan mow the lawn (walk behind a self-propelled machine) this year is monumental. There are a few things that have made this possible.
- Thanks to my mom, I discovered Flonase. I am so allergic to grass I couldn’t even. But now I can.
- I don’t have to mow every day. I get 6 or 7 days off between every job!
- After I bought a manual push mower in 2015, Dan commended me for my commitment to getting in shape and trying to protect the environment, then he promptly bought a self-propelled gas mower. (I didn’t know I had a brain tumor when I made the overly ambitious purchase, but he knew that neither of us were in any condition to work that hard in extreme heat.)
- I’ve lost 39 pounds. I’m still burdened by as many extra pounds, but getting rid of those has made it easier for my body to continue recovering from months of chemotherapy. I’m getting stronger instead of weaker for the first time in years. Literally years.
- I love my yard. Sitting in an outdoor rocking chair at the end of the day and admiring the work that Dan and I have put into it is life-affirming for me. I’m not withering away. I’m doing things. And hopefully every day I will be able to do a little bit more.
I LOVE THIS POST. I’m so happy for you (and Boomer, who clearly loves that yard).