It just didn’t seem right. Here I was, pushing the broadcast lawn spreader across my front and back yards yesterday morning, dressed in gym shorts and t-shirt, and working up a pretty good summer sweat. Only thing is, it was March 21! And stranger than that, I discovered that I’m already pretty much behind in my grounds keeping “duties,” as the grass needs to be cut right away.
As I made my way diligently back and forth and around the greensward, I began to visualize the dilemmas that this unseasonable stretch of “summer” weather has created. First, despite the fact that the grass needs its initial mowing (nearly a month earlier than normal), it was out of the question because my old John Deere walk-behind was still in winter hibernation in my son’s shed eleven miles from here. Also, all of the fluids were drained from it last November, and it has not had it’s “beginning-of-the-season” clean up/ tune up in at the dealer/service shop.
Usually, we haul our mowers in for this annual service in very early April, but I realized that we couldn’t wait that long, leading me to understand that my son and I needed to extricate our mowers from their respite in his shed and load them onto my Ford Ranger and deliver them to the service shop ASAP–Right now!
So now, twenty-four hours later, the mowers are on their way, courtesy of the good wife, who agreed to drop them off at the shop on her way to work, and we can keep our fingers crossed that they can get serviced before the grass completely grows out of control in this most strange and quirky weather pattern.
This unusual weather here in northern Illinois (and everywhere else, it seems) has been a wonderful and welcomed relief from “what could have been.” Our furnace hasn’t run in weeks. We have fresh air wafting through the house daily, because we can have all the windows and doors open. We haven’t had the drudgery of donning heavy coats, hats, gloves, or boots.
There are so many positives to come out of this, and we all should view this as a gift of good fortune and stop looking over our collective shoulders wondering when reality is going to catch up with us. Let’s just enjoy it.
Now, if we can just stay ahead of the grass!…CortlandWriter