Found a push mower at a pretty good price, small one. It's going to take us a while to turn the lawn into something less boring, and we do need to keep it trimmed in the interim. Just to dissuade the lazy who walk by and drop their trash and cigarette butts. If it looks neglected, it will happen more often, if it looks tidy, folks tend to move on to a more abandoned looking place. And the new reel mowers really are that much easier than the old push mower I used as a kid at home. I don't mind owning it. I vowed never to own a power mower, and I stand by that. Hate the noise, they frighten me and irritate me. It didn't quite manage the tallest grasses, as the reviews indicated. I can deal with that. It doesn't have to be perfect out there, just, not awful. I think I have achieved that goal.
Tackled the rose bush, tree. Tree. Whole lotta thorns, big scary thorns, little sneaky thorns, thoroughly covered in spiky thorns. Next year, it may be a more reasonable size, that is definitely the end of the roses for this year.
The hedge is visibly hacked back. Up until today, it felt like I'd cut and sawed and trimmed huge piles, to no effect. Now, well, I can tell. The pile of bioburden will take a good month to get picked up by the city. One Monday at a time.
And back from the sidewalk, so one can see when bicycles are speeding toward one.
It's a bit like cutting hair, there is always another strand too long left.
D sat out with Moby on the lead, until Moby wanted to go back inside. That's a first, usually we have to coax him in, well, herd him in more like. He's crashed between us on the couch. And I'm pretty tired myself.