If you imagined me an airy fairy slip of a girl in a flowy dress puttering in my garden and giggling with the fairies I'm afraid you'd be sorely disappointed upon meeting me.
Today I'm a plain chubby gal in jeans and hoodie, riding a red Troy mower, wearing ear muffs and singing Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights very badly at the top of my lungs.
2+ hours on the riding mower and look at that... beautifully chopped grass. You can't see it very well from the photo but there are lovely straight lines up and down our giant hill from my super mowing powers :)
I don't think I could be any happier than cutting the grass for hours on end on a gorgeous fall weather day. Who knew that would be my happy place?
