Do you think you need a lawn service' might very well be a question you have asked yourself many times. Two weeks ago this very same question crossed my mind.
As is my routine, I put on my heavy duty sneakers, wrapped my bad knee with an Ace bandage and began one of my least favorite chores... mowing my lawn. I only have a third of an acre so it is no big deal. I am a very independent 64-year old grandmother who enjoys doing things herself. I really do not like to burden others with my responsibilities. Keeping my yard looking cared for is one of those responsibilities.
I put gas in the mower, gave a yank on the cord and I was off. The front yard and one side is a breeze to do. However the other side yard has a challenging slope. I have discovered that the best way to cut this side is going front to back, and back and forth. However, this time I was at the top and noticed that I had missed a spot. Not thinking I turned the mower down the slope and went after the uncut spot. It was a matter of seconds when I realized the mower was picking up speed and had a mind of its own heading down the slope. I tightened my grip and hung on.
I am not quite sure what happened at the bottom but it was not long and I discovered I had fallen and the lawnmower had flipped over. I had visions of being chopped up and my sole goal was to hang onto the handle on the mower to keep it pushed away from my body.
I lay there for a few seconds and had the crazy thought, 'I hope no one saw me do this.' I managed to get back up on my feet and turn the mower back over. By this time the oil in the mower was dripping on the motor and I was engulfed in thick white billowing smoke. So thick in fact that it filled the space between my neighbor's house and mine and I could not even see the street in front of my house. I was dreading the arrival of the fire department! After the mower was right side up, the smoke situation cleared up and I took my wounded pride and body back up the hill and finished the flat part at the top.
After all was said and done, I realized that I had sprained my shoulder when I fell on the ground and possibly bruised my ribs. It was a full week before I could take a deep breath and even get out of bed without being in excruciating pain. I am extremely thankful that it was not worse.
Just like the statement you have to get back on the horse when you fall off, I am still going to be mowing my lawn. The experience did find me asking myself the question, 'Do you think you need a lawn service!' So as you are out there doing your yard careful!
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