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

I’ll fight until my dying breath mowing a lawn; damn if I’ll let anyone tell me I have to!

Also, I don’t particularly remember wanting to mow the grass. It never seemed that fun to me (still doesn’t). A childhood truth that has become more of a funny anecdote than anything else, I’ve never mowed the grass. I’ve both rented and owned a house with a lawn, and still, I’ve never actually operated a lawn mower. Turns out I didn’t learn everything as a child equipping me for adulthood, but I did learn everything as a child enthusing the adult I want to be. I’ll fight until my dying breath mowing a lawn; damn if I’ll let anyone tell me I have to! That I’ve gotten toward the end of my twenties without standing behind that motor monster, giving the vibrant green of the bluegrass a trim is a continual laugh to people. It’s also maybe making a point that it’s not something I really ever need to do. That was… until over the course of a week, several women told me how cutting grass is empowering to women. Interesting as that is, I doubt it will sway me.

“Prompt by Post-It” ©C.S.Mize

Even as I maybe invent what she knew of me… I know it was an unconscious love beyond either one of us….

I like the quiet. Things that were true of me as a child and are true of me now: I’d much prefer to sit under a tree and read on the grass, to cutting it up. To hop onto a ladder and to pick apples in the autumn brings joy to me. Cartwheels in the sunshine, grass and blackberry stains on a white dress don’t bother me, and holding, watching, drawing a leaf over crunching it is swell. I sometimes worry these will become post-it memories. Even as I maybe invent what she knew of me, what she did intentionally, I know it was an unconscious love beyond either one of us as she did those things. That the chores bestowed on me were probably more intentional than I ever knew, will I forget that she let me take a bucket of water and a wash cloth to wipe animal fur off the carpet, save that loudmouth vacuum? Will I forget that she knew me so well?

My childhood was a full of chances to drown but in the pool wasn’t one of the avenues. I loved every part from the blacktop burning the bottoms of my feet to the quenching relief of a cannon ball splash, made quiet, sneaking out the window at midnight.

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