By Guinn Sweet | email@example.com
“All the best days of life slip away … and dreary old age and pain sneak up …”, Virgil, "Georgics”. i.30.
Weed eating is not for short, chubby old women; maybe for grazing cattle, hungry donkeys and blind skunks, but not for short, fat females. I know because I found out in a first-hand experience this week.
Let me explain.
The rains were almost non-existent, so the grass gave us little problem last summer. Not so, this summer. We have been greatly blessed by both gentle and stormy rains since early spring, and we have been properly appreciative of the new green growth around our house. That is important to us, because we live in a mobile home and we didn’t want the site to have a temporary or “moveable” appearance. We like it here and we want to let people know that we “ain’t goin’ nowheres” from here. The air of permanence does have a disadvantage, we found out. The grass, which we struggled with keeping alive in last year’s drought, has gotten the idea that it is supposed to grow straight up as well as spreading out! And the rains have confirmed it.
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