THE ride-on mower has been slumbering peacefully in the shed for six months.
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Time to wake it up.
The green grass and weeds are rising almost before our eyes these days.
With a warm 28 forecast for Saturday and 30 on Sunday presenting perfect growing conditions, that trend is only going to continue through to summer.
There’s something therapeutic about firing up the ride-on.
When you sit behind a desk all day for work, getting out and buzzing about on a perfect sunny day is kind of fun.
That perfectionist side of me makes mowing a little difficult though.
Does it really matter if the cut lines are straight or that one little tuft of grass you miss gets to grow a little longer? Mmmmm, seems so at my place.
There’s also that dreaded hidden poly pipe – the arch-enemy of my ride-on adventures.
Unfortunately, it's become a pre-summer tradition to hit one, no matter how careful you are.
There’s also that dreaded hidden poly pipe – the arch-enemy of my ride-on adventures.
Of course, you know the pipe is there - hasn't moved from last summer - but it’s like the ride-on draws you into a false sense of security and whack – suddenly there's water running everywhere.
Judging by the pile of fittings at places such as Midland Irrigation, such bad luck isn’t all mine.
Truth be told I do get a bit ahead of myself on the ride-on. Bit too cocky with my driving ability.
Husqvarna must make a pretty mean machine because our little beauty just keeps trundling along despite the issues I've presented for it.
Hidden bricks. Trees. Yep, have cut it far too fine on more than one occasion.
The selling agent must have size me up well all those year ago because he insisted the Huskie should have a bumper bar.
Said bumper bar is, well, no longer what you would call perfectly straight.
Chookie will be pretty chuffed to see the ride-on buzzing around the joint.
Unfortunately, you can hardly see poor chookie behind the wall of grass these days, so reclaiming her view is a number one priority.
Not that she minded the camouflage this week with a pesky fox making not one but two visits at breakfast time.
She’s pretty good at letting you know there’s an unwanted visitor in her midst these days. Got quite a set of lungs on her our chookie and both times this week she squeaked and squawked to grab our attention just in the nick of time.
That fox has got some guts.
He or she stands a few feet away from the chook pen and stares you down.
He or she doesn’t care much for clapping hands or yelling either – probably seen all that before.
It’s not until you take a few steps off the back porch that he or she bolts.
Mmmm, maybe best to leave that camouflage bit for chookie after all.