I Don’t Know how to Mow the lawn,

and please don’t tell me how.

One such yard of a lawn I owned that I never mowed. It’s cool, the chickens did it for me. “Patchy Owns the Grass with Sass.” ©C.S.Mize

My mother loved to mow the grass. I have vivid memories of her straw hat, her goofiest grin, and the motor cutting out just in time to hear her say, “Get me a water, would you?” I’d climb the cabinets (because I knew she couldn’t see); grab the tallest plastic cup from the highest shelf- everything was too tall for me. So I’d stretch, pull, lean-over, and almost knock…