You know that wonderful feeling that comes upon you when you're freshly shaven?Your skin feels brand new and baby-soft, and finally you can see everything that you couldn't before.
In the Springtime, some girls discover their legs for the very first time in 5 months!
I'm not one of those girls (because I still wear skirts in the winter); and, frankly, I rather like the process of shaving and feeling all smooth and squeaky afterward.
But who knew that this personal hygiene happiness could translate itself into one of my weekly household chores?
But indeed, a bit of it does!
The mowing of my lawn is a closely familiar process. :-)
This week, I had let the grass grow embarrassingly long. So I ran out to mow it this afternoon, hoping to get the whole 1.5-hour job done in the mere 45 minutes I had before I had to jump in the shower and then run off. (Which, by the way, subsequently left me with only a half-mowed lawn, which I guess I shall finish tomorrow.)
As I went about the lawn with my trusty (and, in some places, rusty) lawn mower, I began to realize that the process of seeing the grass trim down from 6 inches to 2 is kinda...fun.
If you can relate, then you'll know that the process is most appreciated right on the cusp of it all; and by this I mean the ever-moving border between the low grass and the high. To see the difference between long and short and then to plow through and extend that line a little further is rather fun, somewhat. Or, at least it is aesthetic. Don't you think?
I made a few stripes, spirals, and patterns in the grass just for fun, then went back over them for the sake of practicality, much like I do sometimes with the contours of my legs.
But, of course, I did not trim it straight and I missed a few spots, not unlike what I do with my own stems.
Mowing over mushrooms and frog stools is tons of fun, their fluffy forms easily and instantly melting away under the blades, not unlike the shaving cream sculptures that sit on my legs until the razor plows over them.I draw the line at plucking out weeds, much like I draw the line at plucking out my eyebrows, both being a rather painful and time-consuming experience. And so, for both, I get it professionally done. Isn't the similarity fascinating?
