Yard Girl

"Do you need any help?" Ron asks after he finishes putting together the reel lawn mower.

"Nope, I've got it," I say. "All I need to do is mow the patch around our rain garden."

(Do you like the red? I picked the color myself.)

I push. The mower gets stuck. I muster all my strength and push again. About three rows later I bend over, panting.

“I need a lunch break,” I announce. “This requires more energy than I thought it would.”

“Well, the grass is long,” Ron says, trying to make me feel better for pooping out so soon.

I eat a sandwich, fruit, and a glass of tomato juice.

“Much better,” I declare, and I bound back outside to give the ol’ reel mower another try.

Three more rows and I bend over, panting.

“I think I’m gonna barf,” I say. “I shouldn’t have eaten right before mowing.”