Setting up the camp chair, I eased my sore joints into the seat and dropped the can of soda into the cupholder stitched into the arm. It hissed briefly as I popped the top and took a few gulps. Surveying the yard, it was obvious the grass needed to be weeded and cut, the pine cones and pine needles bagged, and bushes trimmed. Okay, I thought. Let's do this. From the backyard, the lawnmower rolled up the slight incline around the side of the house, followed by the rakes and weeding tools bobbing through the air. The weeds went first as the hand weeders jabbed into the soft earth and popped the weeds free with ease. As they worked their way across the lawn, the rakes started up behind them, collecting the loosened weeds and any other debris strewn about the yard. The rakes deposited their collections in tidy piles on the driveway where shovels scooped them into waste bags. Roaring to life, the lawnmower began to roll along the far edge of the yard, making alternating strips that reminded me of a baseball field. It stopped every few lines to empty the grass it had collected in its bag with the rest of the waste. When all was said and done, the hose came to life and rinsed off the tools and the underside of the mower as they trundled from whence they came around the house and into the storage shed behind the house.
"What are you doing?" she asked, and I turned sharply in her direction, dropping my soda can.
"Sorry? What was that?" I asked
"I thought you were going to cut the grass?"
Turning back to the yard, everything was as it had always been; weeds needed pulling, leaves and pine cones needed raking, grass needed cutting and bagging.
"Magic would be so cool," I finally said.
I didn't need to see it, but I know she rolled her eyes as dropped the work gloves into my lap.
**On a side note, thank you for continuing to stop by, even though I wasn't the best at making the rounds in a timely or commenting fashion the last few days. You brought me smiles in my convalescence.**
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