Sam just wrote a couple of posts about mowing the lawn. This happens to be one of the chores with which I have the very worst associations. I think of hot, humid southern summers, dust & clippings blowing in my eyes, and the invariably negative judgment of my stepfather-at-the-time of anything that I did yard work-wise. (Not perfect enough. Do again.)
Far be it from me to dissuade Sam from his enjoyment of mowing the lawn. But I did worry, reading his post, that he was falling into the Novelty Trap. (Sam has gone and added an asterisk to his enjoyment of lawn-mowing! Whatever. I soldier on.)
