This gorgeous bit of verdant parkland is our backyard, brought to you courtesy of Himself, whom I’m considering renaming He-Man, and our new Fiskars reel mower.
Not an ounce of gas has been consumed this year in the mowing of the garden, and Himself reports that it hasn’t even been overly taxing, but does represent a goodly amount of exercise, both cardio and strength.
I’m fully expecting that at the end of the summer, he will be sporting Popeye-sized forearms …. we’ll have to get the Boy to start designing a suitable tattoo.
Did I mention it’s quiet? Sooooo quiet.
Yes, I guess you could consider this a spontaneous, and enthusiastic endorsement.
it makes us happy.