It's been normal St. Louis summer hot for the past week, but the grass hasn't gone into summer dormancy. It's still growing, and the weeds are growing even faster. When I left for work today I noticed there were so many clover blooms we could host the city bunny convention, and the nutsedge leaves were sticking up far above the grass blades. It was time to cut.
After dinner tonight I filled the mower with gas and started the job. I didn't see anyone else outside. They were smart. The temperature was still over 90 degrees, but a slight breeze helped make it bearable. I started in the west-facing front yard, mowing back and forth. It was satisfying to see the short, freshly cut lawn appear behind me. When I was finished in the front I moved to the back.
The back was completely shaded, but there's a slight incline in the yard and it takes more work to push the mower. Halfway through the sweat began dripping down my face; I wiped it off with the sleeve of my t-shirt before I remembered I still had on makeup from work which would leave a nice tan smear. The makeup didn't show on my bright orange shirt, but there were smudges of mascara near the shoulder seam.
I'm trying a new type of mascara. The old one lasted all day but came off easily at the end of the night. The new one makes my lashes look long and full, but is harder to remove. I thought that was a good thing, but when I finished cutting and came in to look in a mirror, there were huge blotches of mascara under my eyes that made me look like a zombie lady. I'm glad there weren't any neighbors outside!
Five years ago today: New Thing #189--A Day at the Races