It’s crunch time at work, and so there hasn’t been much time to write a post that makes any kind of sense. There was time, however, to visit the archives of this blog and blow the dust off of a Father’s Day post from years ago. As you fire up the grill and celebrate and honor Dad, I hope you enjoy my gardening with Dad memories.
A few posts ago, I wrote about mowing the lawn and now that it’s Father’s Day, I’d like to revisit it.
My father is the one who taught me how to mow the lawn. It was an orange, gas-powered model, and my father taught me how to pull the cord, adjust the throttle, pour the gas, and the all-important mowing pattern. The idea was to mow the perimeter, and then to continue in smaller and smaller circles until I reached the middle of the yard. In reality, it was a rite of passage; a passing of the torch.