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Mother's Day moon mowing

5/11/2025

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​My husband doesn’t do things half way. Well, that’s not entirely true. He is known to start projects and leave them half done for extended periods, but that’s because he’s not inclined to do things half-assedly. It’s not a crappy job, it’s just not finished yet! I have no problem doing a half-assed job, as long as there’s a modicum of improvement. But I digress.
 
This is a picture of Jonathan mowing the lawn this evening, around 8:15pm, under the full moon (99.04% visible, but let’s not quibble). He started this morning after making me an excellent Mother’s Day breakfast. He took a few breaks for errands, a visit to his mom, then got back at it when he got home.
 
Our rider mowers are all incapacitated at the moment, the ones we use to mow trails around the 13 acres of field out back behind our main yard. We don’t mow much until the fall, but I like my trails through the summer so I can avoid tall grass and ticks. The grass had grown very tall and thick after a week of rain. I've been getting discouraged.
 
No ride-on mowers? No problem, Jonathan decided this morning. He was going to mow. Everything. With the little push mower. And he did. Must have been 8 miles’ worth at least.
 
As he finished under the rising moon, I watched a muskrat circle the pond with a chunk of cattail in its mouth. The peepers sang their loud chorus, crescendoing as the light shifted from sunset to moonglow. Some creature whose song I didn’t recognize startled Daisy and me with a loud, sharp, rhythmic chirp. Tree frog? Toad? A catbird sang its evening confusion of melodies from a fencepost. I took two walks around the whole property, marveling at Jonathan’s double trail (he did everything twice to make it wide enough for two), a smile on my face. No ticks!
 
I am a happy mother today. I’m a happy grandmother. But I’m especially a happy wife. This guy is a keeper. I hope he’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
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    Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher.  She lives  in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.

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