The hills are still painted white and the surrounding foothills are a luscious green.
With the rains, things grow. Especially grass. When grass grows, normally you would think to cut it. Well, for the first time in in over 15 years I do believe, I cranked up the mower and starting mowing the tall grass...yes, tall grass...as in up to your knees tall type of grass.
Stall...start...stall...start...stall...start. The agony of it all. Then something happened to the mower. I would prime it, pull it and then it would come to life and then die. I gave up. Something in the line? Nope. Something in the tank? Nope. Bad gasoline? Nope. I siphoned the gas out of the mower tank and left the lid off to dry out whatever could be in there.
My wife did say the mower had been through a lot. I agree. Will try again this weekend to see if I can finish what I started.
