I love mowing grass. Love, love, love to mow me some grass. Don't know why, always have. It's a job that gets done fast and yer yard looks good when it's been fresh mowed. I keep my mower, a zero turn bad asss, in tip top shape and you can shave with my mower blades. I love the smell of fresh mowed spring grass. I love the way fresh mowed spring grass looks. I mowed the lawn three times already this year cause there were sprigs of wild onion popping up. Mow, mow, mow yer lawn...merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...life is but a dream.

I used to take my mother to Bible study. One time the teacher was describing heaven...he was laying out a list of things, presumably things people hated doing, and in his list of chores that we would not have to do in heaven was...no more lawn mowing.

Whut!? No more lawn mowing? Who's hell is this?

I'm thinking...damn...I was wanting to mow God's lawn with God's lawn mower! Think about it. A perpetually spring lawn that's as big or small as you want it to be at any given time that stays fresh mowed until you want to mow it with a lawn mower that goes as fast or slow as you want to mow and leaves not one blade of grass not perfectly cut and needs no maintenance. Ahhhh!

Just goes to prove one mans heaven could be another mans hell. Same with utopia.

I should have been a lawn man at a golf course. ha!