Saturday, August 13, 2011

It Ain't Pretty

Well our riding lawn mower died, and though the picture on the left isn't it, it looks a lot like it.  Our seat isn't worn out, but pretty much everything else is.  A friend,  whose brother repairs lawn mowers, came by today, brought his big, beautiful riding mower so I could cut our grass and then hauled ours off for repair.  Hopefully ours will be back next week and that's good because we've been having thundershowers every evening and the lawn has been growing like crazy to make up for how little it had been growing.
I was still muttering about getting a goat to eat the grass but Mac reminded me that the last time we did that the goat broke into the horse's grain and about made herself sick eating it and refused to eat grass.

Mike's beautiful mower

1 comment:

  1. The goat sounded like an ideal solution for a while but perhaps not if she eats all before her and then the horse's ration.
    I dislike the noise a mower makes.

    To a great week.


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