I kept an eye out for lightening since I was on a hill and carrying around a trimmer that would make a perfect lightening rod. Thankfully there was no lightening.
The whole time I worked, my dogs, KC and Mo kept watch. And slept. And played. I had someone tell me awhile ago that they pitied my dogs because they "always have a rope around their necks". Not exactly true. They are tied with long leashes to their collars...not a rope around their necks. They aren't tied inside or while they are in their pen. Would that person rather I allowed the dogs to run off? Let KC go back to killing deer as he did in his younger years before I got him? Or let Mo run and possibly learn the skill to taking down a deer, even at his advanced age of 12? He has Husky in him, so I am sure he would at least attempt to bring a deer down. With KC by his side, the two of them could accomplish it. I told that person to pity the abused animals. The ones who are given drugs (like KC was before I got him), the ones that are kicked around since the owner allows a bunch of idiots in his house to play a drunken/stoned game of "Kick the puppy", the ones who end up with broken bones from being thrown against a wall and then never taken to a vet, the ones who are left outside so their toes and ears freeze, are left without food and water, are ignored until they give up and their mind shuts down. I have seen all this happen...so pitying my dogs is wasted. They are happy, healthy, well fed, get lots of attention and know no hardships except when a cat steals their bed.
Back to the mowing--I was working in a cemetery. Most people find cemetery's rather spooky. I don't. I find them beautiful. Wild flowers growing (I do encourage them. I left several patches of daisy's growing in patches. Small white moths, rising up out of the grass, swarming around me, only to settle a short distance away, so we can do it again when the mower once again comes close. Beautiful, dancing on the air. The smells of the grass and different plants as they are cut. All beautiful,. One day while I was taking a break and my husband was mowing, 2 deer moved out of the woods and watched him mowing back and forth. They were not frightened by us nor by the roar of the mower. They watched for quite some time and then slowly melted back into the trees. Their curiosity sated for the time being.
Birds alight after I have mowed. Checking through the grass to see what treasures they can find. Some find bugs. Much easier to catch in the shorter grass....sometimes easily caught due to being hit by the mower. And of course, there is the grass itself. Wonderful nesting materials! If I am lucky I might see a pheasant or two wandering through the cemetery. Or I might look up and see an eagle or two soaring overhead. I watch smaller birds chasing the eagle sometimes. Picking at his back and head, telling him he isn't welcome in the area. Usually the smaller bird wins out. Later in the season I will see the young crows being taught how to forage by their parents.
When I was done today, I was slightly soggy. Warmed from the walking but chilled inside from the time spent on the mower. I was tired, but not exhausted. 6 hours is a short day for me. Usually they are closer to 10 and sometimes even longer. Some days, when my husband is with me, he does all the mowing and I do all the trimming. On those days, I am extremely tired. Lugging a heavy trimmer around for hours takes a lot out of a person, but I love it. How can I not? I get to work outside. I enjoy talking to most of my clients...although they are very quiet in the cemetery, thank goodness! I can take breaks when I want...it truly is a job I love. And it is made that much better because I can take my dogs with me and give them extra attention during my breaks.
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