It turns out the strimmer wasn't broken. It was a dodgy connection. It's still rubbish. Or possibly the user is.
I have decided that un-trimmed edges are less detrimental to my mental health than wrestling with a strimmer, plugging and unplugging things, and stretching extension cords. So neat edges will have to wait until Husband is strong enough to wave a strimmer about. Or it could go on the list for when Younger Son comes to stay. (A week tomorrow! Yay! Can't wait.) Along with trim tall bushes, tie climbing roses to high supports, etc. He thinks he's coming for a holiday. (Evil laugh.)
Now Husband is wandering around more he thinks he can offer helpful suggestions like, "It's easier to lift the mower to carry it down steps." Maybe for you sunshine, I'll continue to bump it up and down. (I did try carrying it; I'm not doing that again.)
While I don't mind bluebells and forget-me-nots growing in the path, I draw the line at sycamore trees.
7 comments:
Things you don't want to grow survive like billy-o. I would have bumped the lawnmower down or up the steps. too. Easier on the back, perhaps not so good on the mower.
It seems to me that if you're going to take on the yard work you can do it however you want.
Is the lawnmower down for good or must you haul it every time?
I'm not a fan of yardwork.
We get evergreens growing up everywhere. I hope to transplant some.
Yes, definitely put Younger Son to work in the yard!
One reason I hate using a strimmer is it's so horribly noisy!
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