My first large mower
As we get closer to living in a field of green, there’s some worry that what grows can get out of control. Start to move from gentle grass to “cut me hay”. This afternoon, I put that worry to rest. A neighbour mentioned that there might be a deal on some used hardware available in town, and gave us the necessary reference.
And now, after a quick trip to the city, I own a lawn tractor. Sort of. You can only transfer a limited amount of money at one go, so I have a receipt and a promise to pay the rest next week. In return, during the next delivery run in this direction, they’ll drop off a lightly used (and dearly loved) John Deere X300.
I have no idea what that means.
In celebration, son #3 and I headed off for the “daily special”, which is code for corned beef and cabbage. A late, hearty lunch, with veggies (I’m adding that for my resident dietician). We ate well, and headed off to the hardware store, where I learned that the attachments for a garden hose are brand specific: of course, they didn’t have my brand in stock. No matter; I can shop till I drop, or at least until I find what I want.
The coffee guy in St. Peter’s is no more. No notice, no hint; a locked door and an empty room (we did look through the window, in case he was hiding inside). Thoroughly disappointed, I opted for a chocolate milkshake before going home.
We have a new visitor, out back. He announces his arrival with a low frequency “thrumm”, dines and dashes.
