the rolling green

i have never understood why ...
on this green and lovely isle so many people ...
dig up their lawns and cover the exposed earth with a weed resistant membrane and then replace the grass lawn with gravel!

i mean, really ...
who would choose grey over green?

as of today - me!
nah, not really. however i am whimpering and whining for a ride on lawn mower!

yup, me, myself has recently been appointed chief grass cutter. scottish grass, in addition to being really green, grows really fast. my designated cutting lawn is large-ish and mostly long-ish. there are clumps of daffodils which should preferably be left intact, there are trees with roots to trip over, there are brambles with thorns sneaking through the hedge to pierce and bloody the unwary.
lawn mowing in this part of ayrshire is a dangerous occupation!
now as we all know, the wolf whilst undoubtedly being devastatingly attractive, amazingly intelligent and wondrously talented ...
well, me, myself (although i hesitate to mention this)is hardly in the first flush of youth!
mowing a big lawn is a big job.
and so ... in my latest incarnation, i am a lawn slave! at this moment in time, an exhausted lawn slave.

but - what a feeling when the job is done, as i lean on the wall admiring the end result of my effort, small garden birds make the most of cleaning up the world of earth worms and small insects exposed by the blades of the mower. the wild is temporarily tamed.
very satisfying ...
but, i still want a ride on mower!