cutting edge

We’ve had a lot of sunshine lately. Only trouble is it comes in five-minute patches throughout mostly rainy days. The sun will come out and Mauri will say, “I’m going to get the mower out,” and by the time he changes his shoes, it’s raining again. Today, though. The sun shone all day.

Maybe now people will stop leaving yard-maintenance business cards on our door.

It was time. The string edger could no longer do the task, so Mauri comparative shopped and chose this beauty.

It’s our “Kenneth Williams Memorial Edger” — more simply known as:

While Dad (Ken Williams was Margaret-Rose’s dad) was alive, he would haul his edger to our place several times a summer and go to work on our lawn. We always knew he’d been at it because our house looked like this.

We were so happy to find this on our garage door because every reminder of Dad makes us glad.

Mauri thinks the edges are a little rough. According to him, “It was quite a bit of work. There’s a learning curve in using a walk-behind edger, and one of the reasons for that is that Dad—for good reasons—never really trusted me with his machines.”

I’m glad that man likes his gadgets. The backyard is still growing.

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3 Responses to cutting edge

  1. Rachel says:

    I love this “memorial” to Grandpa! And the yard looks pretty good, too…

  2. Heather says:

    this is cute. i rented an edger once because my pop’s yard is always so perfect that we joked that he stood out on his back porch waiting for a leaf to fall so that he could run out and rake it up.

  3. Dave says:

    I am always impressed by your graphic and interesting descriptions of the seemingly mundane.

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