On the phone with my sis, we were highly entertained with my nephew’s mowing-the-lawn antics. Well, he had an unusual way of getting the job done, apparently, and my sister was in hysterics. It reminded me of another gardener of yore.
My niece, who goes by her incognito name of “Ali,” was about twelve at the time of the riding mower indoctrination. She was visiting and wanted to mow our weedy-mess-of-a-field out front. We set her on it. My sister and I laughed our heads off because she had never wrangled a motorized vehicle before, and it takes some skill to turn something much bigger than you when you are as petite as she! Imagine a field with shorn circles and odd angles. It could have been on an episode of “Ancient Aliens.” I sincerely hope it was fun for her, because it was fun for us to watch!
And really, weeds should give us some entertainment in their existence.