Humor eludes me
Every spring I have this same sense of wonder and foreboding. Everything is turning a wonderful shade of green, and my lawmower is also green. Soon it will start. So I present a previously posted platitude prepetuating my attitude about yard chores. These are the times that try the soles of men’s shoes, especially when wrestling the old human powered reel mower that was once a yard ornament his grandparents inherited back in the Ice Age. It is a heavy beast, made of the finest cast iron and the... Sign in to see full entry.