Mower man

As I mentioned on Saturday, Dad and I were off on a mission. We needed to go to my brother’s, pick up a box trailer, and deliver it to the new house.

Now I live in Stoney Creek (a suburb of Hamilton). My brother lives in Owen Sound, a city about three hours to the northwest. The new house is in a teeny little township called Brooke-Alvinston… three hours south of Owen Sound. And after dropping the trailer off, we needed to drive two hours east to get home. Needless to say, we had a lot of driving ahead of us (approx 617 km, or 380 mi.)

I had also bought myself a lawn mower and weed-whacker. When we did our final walk-through a week before closing, I noticed the grass hadn’t been cut, and part of me suspected they wouldn’t do it before closing. Since we will only be at the house on weekends for the first while, I figured I better come prepared, or I’d be tackling a jungle in very short order.

Dad was supposed to pick me up around 6:30 am, but just after 6, I got a call that he was having some truck trouble. He could sort it out, but he’d be later than planned. We finally got on the road just before 8. We made good time, but the delay meant we didn’t hit the new place until almost 3 pm.

We unhooked the trailer and stored it in the garage, and Dad assembled the mower while I surveyed the yard. I was right…

The grass hadn’t been touched for at least two weeks. It’s hard to tell, but that grass was about knee-high.

Did I also mention that Saturday was BLAZING hot? Like over 30C/86F hot???? It’s not a huge yard, but it looks a lot bigger when you’ve been up since 5:30 am and you’re melting into a puddle in the driveway. I did one round on the lawn to make sure the mower worked (oh boy did it! Love my new lawn shaver!!!), and declared to Dad that I would get up early Sunday morning and come back to finish it when the weather was a little cooler.

Well… you know Dads… that just wasn’t going to do. He took over, declaring he could have it done in 20 minutes.

I hope to go back this week and do a little more clean-up. The garden areas are completely full of weeds now (they were bare when we first looked at the place a little more than a month ago) and I really need to get started on preparing the catio area.

I didn’t take any more pictures, except for this little “decoration” I found hanging on the bathroom door. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before.

I think she’s kinda cute! I’ll probably keep her there.

11 thoughts on “Mower man

  1. I’m glad you included the map—I love to picture where you are talking about! The new yard is going to be amazing–I know you have the right touch! Glad your Dad could help you-nice Father/Daughter time-and quite the adventure! So happy for you!

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  2. I’m glad you got all of that time with your Dad. I’m not surprised that he finished mowing. That’s what Dad’s do! Thanks for the map. It makes it much better to know where you’re talking about and be able to picture it.
    Blessings,
    Betsy

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  3. jatshaw

    That looks like a lot of grass to “attack”! So nice of your dad to help, and great that you could spend some time together.

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  4. Shirley Elliott

    Well, of course, your Dad cut that grass. If it had gotten much longer, the cats could get lost in it. This is the time of year that I remember cutting grass at least once a week. I love that you included the map and showed your route on Saturday. I think you guys are going to make the house and yard really special. The potential is there and you have the talent. How exciting.

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  5. Road Trip!
    And I thought I drove around alot this weekend, making a one-hour trip to pick up my last native plants for the season…must wait until after the roofers do their work, and hopefully then don’t smush any of my beloved garden plants.

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  6. Araignee

    Wow….that’s an adventure! The Mister is the same way with the grass. When it’s too hot for me to help he goes out there anyway and then is sorry he did. Your little toilet girl is hilarious. That’s quite the gift they left behind. When we moved into our family home back in the 70’s my dad found a pound of pot in the rafters. That was quite the gift too…lol.

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