At least, that's what I'm telling myself. You see, after several weeks of off-n-on rain, coupled with the fact that I've been overbusy with assorted double-ended homestead preparatory tasks, our lawn has been left to, well, the weeds. And grass. Lots of grass. Let's just say that the back 40 was creeping up to calf height, and we're talking about bermuda grass here, people.

Mowing it was incredibly fun this evening. So much did I relish this task, I forewent (huh?) my trip to the gym, knowing that plenty of workout would be had beating back the assorted greeneries and weedytufts that have propped up residence in our yard. At least I was moderately prepped for the task - so much so in fact that I didn't start until 6:45pm, and finished up about 8ish, rightly drenched in swizzeat.

I like - nay - love grass.