My Dad’s domain as the green grass lawn of our suburban Baltimore home. It was so much, that when he got his personal email address it started with “lawnman”.
He was fanatic at watering, seeding, fertilizing, and hand pulling dandelions.
In early memories there was some kind of gas powered lawn mower he used that had no wheels, it would hover above the grass. The one I remembered most, and was the one pushed myself for many years as my home chores was a green (brand name forgotten) on that was self propelled.
After I left for college, in their last years at the Baltimore house, Dad finally achieved his Lawnman dream of that Craftsman riding mower that came with its own shed to be parked in.
I moved to Arizona and became enamored with desert landscaping and no grass. I’ve not pushed a lawnmower since maybe 1985.
The this week, in the home I am moving into, I found myself in a garage (that too a first) figuring out this machine.
It sure was smooth to set up and start, and to be honest, there was a nice bit of a way to spend an hour or so walking and thinking. About this new place, but also how much I end up thinking about how alike my Dad and I are.
I’m the proud son of a Lawnman.
Now about those dandelions in the back…
Featured Image: My photo of my dad, I’m thinking I did this as a 35mm film photograph when I took my first photography class in 1986 at the University of Delaware.
I love this. I love you. And those dandelions will likely makeway for rock paths, fire-pit conversations areas, fruit groves, and secret gardens. Oh. And wild, wild prairie grasses.
Your dad looks so delighted with that machine!
The lawn was there waiting for you all the time, waiting to welcome you. Welcome LawnMan