Saturday morning, 9 a.m. Lloyd and Lauren are just finishing breakfast after having slept in. (To be fair, they got up at 4 in the morning during a thunderstorm to go to Lauren’s work and cover the window well.)
Lauren, getting her third cup of coffee, hears the sound of a mower in the distance. “Is someone mowing? That is crazy.”
Lloyd: “Mowing? It’s too wet to mow. Who is it?” (Window glance) “Oh. It’s us.”
Yes, we have mowers! Kevin and Janelle’s sons are earning their way toward a big ol’ Boy Scout Jamboree in a couple of summers, and I am more than happy to pour cash in their hands as long as they keep my grass short.
Even in bad weather.