A Little About Grass

So I have learned a few things about lawns over the last 30 years or so. More so recently (like in the last 20) but really, I started mowing when I was about 10 and quickly decided I didn't love it. I mowed for my Grandma...I mowed for my Dad. I can't say I got paid....but I can't say I wasn't compensated either...especially by my sweet Grandma. She'd have some cookies or some other treat (mostly home made) ready for me when I was finished but I still wasn't a fan. One thing I learned when I was about 12 is if you could sweet talk one of your friends...who happened to be a boy...into coming over on the day you happened to be mowing, usually, he would end up mowing for you. By the time I was about 14 or 15 I decided that if you finished mowing and had all your fingers and toes...it was a job well done. Well, then I married a guy who actually liked yard work....and knew how to do it....but didn't always have the time for it. So, I was given an education about the "art" of mowing. I hated it. It was a lot of work to do it "right" (princess doesn't like to mow...remember) and so usually I'd pay the neighbor boy (on the sly...thanks Clayton!!) to come mow for me. Finally my kids got old enough to take over this dreaded chore and I was back to princess status. Well...nervy little punks...they've decided to grow up and dare I say it...MOVE OUT!! Of all the nerve. So guess who is back to mowing...Yep...da princess. I suppose I don't HAVE to . No one is holding a gun to my credit cards or anything. But the back yard was getting really deep and it is supposed to rain tomorrow....so....what's a princess to do??