After a struggle with my lazy lawnmower, I got that baby juiced enough to give me one more cut before winter. There were a few bits and pieces the big boy couldn't reach, so my favorite 4th grade neighbor Keyshawn and I had a little cutting session with two pairs of scissors I found in the house. Keyshawn told me that grass and hair grow at the same speed in regular conditions. The consistency is the same, too. Unless you have "afro hair".

He then went with Lula Belle and I on a walk, helped me plant my mini evergreen, and swept up the broken glass on the sidewalk so Lula wouldn't get cut. I might kidnap this little sweetheart.

1 comment:

Freckle Farm said...

awww, your neighbors sound much sweeter than mine. *sigh*