Have you ever wanted to jump on a mower and just set off in a random pattern?  

I have.  

Only, this time, I wanted to mow a fairy-like winding, path.

But before I could just jump the old pony, I hit a roadblock named Chuck.

You see, Chuck likes to mow. 

He likes for things to look neat. 

(the above statement is only applicable to outdoors) 

I am still getting to know this grownup version of Chuck.  

Lemme tell you, he's come a long way since our days in the Mill Village when he swore the rain would take care of whatever waste our 2 dogs produced in a 600 square foot of space. 

(The rain did NOT take care of it.)  

Anyway, all I asked is that he leave the strip of land beside our house alone. 

No mowing that spot.  

He gave me a real hard time, but I won the battle. 

Ya'll knew I would didn't ya?

The woman always wins these types of battles.  

Then boy, I set off. I meandered through that tall grass ever' which way. 

I had a real good time too. 

Our path is long.....

And Charley LOVES it. 

She spends a lot of time wondering up and down the path.

It's like she sees the land in a whole new way.

Sure, we may need to hire a bush hogger before the Summer is done, 

but I say,

totally worth it. 

(The above statement is contingent on the price of the bush hogging.)