Relaxing Behind The Wheel Of My John Deere

The turn of the key. The hum of the engine and that unmistakable, wonderful smell of a fresh cut lawn. Last Saturday, I hopped on the John Deere for the first real lawn
mowing of 2009. Granted the lawns I’m responsible for are more weeds
than grass, as there is no true grass that needs cutting just yet, but
it needed doing just the same and I was glad for it. I don’t look at cutting the grass as a chore ruining my plans for the day. I actually look forward to it – always have.


The turn of the key. The hum of the engine and that unmistakable, wonderful smell of a fresh cut lawn.
Last Saturday, I hopped on the John Deere for the first real lawn mowing of 2009. Granted the lawns I’m responsible for are more weeds than grass, as there is no true grass that needs cutting just yet, but it needed doing just the same and I was glad for it.
I don’t look at cutting the grass as a chore ruining my plans for the day. I actually look forward to it – always have.
There are few things I find more relaxing and rewarding than mowing the lawn. There’s an instant gratification that comes with the job you can hardly find with anything else.
Many jobs, such as putting out a weekly paper, don’t offer the true sense of satisfaction until the job is complete. Midway through the task things are still scattered all over my desk. Stories are half written. Photos haven’t been downloaded from the camera. It’s a little difficult to see the finished product and get a true appreciation for what you’ve accomplished.
But when you’re mowing the lawn, you simply have to turn your head and look behind you. There you are afforded a second-by-second progress report. With every lap of the yard it looks better and better.
Phones don’t ring on the mower, or at least you can’t hear them if they do. It’s one of the more relaxing times to me.
My dad always accused me of daydreaming too much as a kid when I was mowing the yard. Maybe I ran over a shrub or something. I don’t know, but I was enjoying the task at hand. All worries are mulched away when cutting the grass.
It’s comparable to the escape the Harley provides, only without the adrenaline rush. Five mile-per-hour laps around the yard provide a different level of enjoyment from 60 miles-per-hour through snake-like curves.
Sunday would have been a better day for mowing with its warmer temperatures and bright sunshine, although that was the forecast for Saturday.
I don’t know what’s going on with the local weathermen, but I never recall them being more wrong than they’ve been the last several weeks.
I caught the final forecast Friday night when the newsmen were joking with each other about cranking up the grills and enjoying the prettiest day of the year on Saturday. All I experienced was a mostly overcast, windy, and from time-to-time a cool day.
Sunday was near perfection with temperatures climbing above 70 and bright sunshine all day long. I’ve always heard the best job in the world is being a weatherman in San Diego. The forecast takes less than 30 seconds each night consisting of “sunny and 75 degrees again tomorrow.”
I wonder if our local weathermen have taken to flipping a coin to determine their forecast. On second thought, that can’t be right or they would be getting it correct half the time.
I just hope they continue to forecast lots of rain, because I’m enjoying these warm sunny days when I can hop on the John Deere and escape it all.
You may email Joel McNeece at joelmcneece@tycom.net

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