Well, the John Deere and I have become reacquainted. Whilst playing with the dogs and picking up sticks, I realized it was time to mount the beauty.
My dogs like to dig. There is a chance that, if I exacted discipline, there wouldn't be ruts and grassless patches in my .5acre yard. I would prefer a yard that isn't perfect. One of Dad's friends lives down the street. He suggested to Pops I reseed. When Dad mentioned this, I thought, who is going to restrain these two incorrigible canines during the magical yard work?
Here is what I know: it is beautiful out and I am outside. Thank you, Lord. I have a house and grass. And a riding lawn mower for the conquest. And two pups who chase me during the fight.
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