Major Mowing
I spent four solid hours mowing today. I think I must have mowed about three acres. I'd been trying to avoid mowing for a while as my thumbs had gone numb for several days after the previous major mow. The lawnmover is gorgeous, but she's a vibratey one, to be sure. Turns out that major mowing is an excellent way to find Kevin's lost golf balls. I retrieved six this time, then another ten from the lower field, ones I spotted while mowing the upper field. There are always interesting little things to discover, apart from golf balls, while mowing, for example: tiny little orchid-like wildflowers, buttercup-coloured butterflies, mounds of cherry/berry poo from goodness knows what, burrows, more poo, exotic fragrances of mown wild mint and other herbs. I used a tank and a half of petrol. I carefully kept my thumbs off the handle, so I can still feel them this evening. No, that's not true... my left thumb is simply no more numb than it has come to be. 'White thumb',...