The first mow of the season.
We had to do it. Since we live on a hill and this section is at the bottom of the hill, it gets more water runoff from the rain and the grass in front of the porch and beyond is always longer than the rest of the lawn. Since we’ve had so much rain lately, we knew that we had to tackle the lawn before it became impossible to mow.
But, boy, the first few mows are tiring, mostly because we have a push mower (which we like) and we have to navigate some hilly areas and mowing the thick grass of early spring requires some additional muscle. The rest of the property doesn’t need mowing yet.
Another beautiful sunny day today.
I have one tulip, planted years ago by a previous owner, and I look forward to seeing it bloom. Well, not this year. Some critter chomped on it and there’s nothing left. I suspect it was a deer, but it could have been a groundhog or rabbit.
I saw a flash of orange beyond the lilac bush.
The flowering quince has started to bloom.
Today is the 8th anniversary of Mom’s death. I miss her every day, but especially lately.
I love you, Mom.
Stay safe.
Happy Sunday.