The grass is cut

I know, I've been stressing about cutting the grass for the last week. That's because it grows fast this time of year with all the light and water it's getting. And when it's wet it can't be cut, but it still can grow. And grow it does.

Freshly cut grass on Monday afternoon. There's more on the north side, around to the right in this picture.

But Monday turned out to be the magic day and I spent about two hours in the afternoon guiding the self-propelled lawnmower around the place. This is the second time this year that I've cut the grass. The first time is always more difficult because the yard has to be prepared. Mole hills have to be removed as do all of winter's detritus (downed branches and such). In places the grass is really thick and needs a couple of passes. The ground is often spongy because of the mole runs and that tends to bog the mower down. But after that it gets easier, unless it goes too long between mowings.

As Mr. Spock would say, "Fascinating."