It's spring. Or at least it's supposed to be. Our area has remained cool and wet. Bob, along with hundreds of other farmers, has been anxiously waiting for good weather. They are ready to farm, but the land isn't.
Because of this, a lot of grumbling has been going on.
Without his usual field work to make him happy, Bob has been looking for other chores to do. One thing that caught his eye was the lawn mower. The grass hadn't grown, so it wasn't ready for cutting, but eventually it would be. Bob decided to check the mower over and get it ready for the season.
He charged the battery and expected problems starting the machine, but it buzzed right to life. Of course, he had to take it for a spin and chopped up some fall leaves that still coated parts of the lawn.
A couple more rainy days passed. Field work continued to be on hold. Bob was really getting antsy, but there was another problem. His foot hurt. Gout made it painful to walk.
The sun had peaked out for a few hours, and green grass tempted him. "I can drive the mower around the yard. That won't hurt my foot," he told me, and pointed to the ditch north of the farm lane.
I was just snapping our dog's leash on for a walk down our lane when I heard the lawn mower rev to life. I smiled. Bob would enjoy his time on the mower, for a while anyway. He loves driving his zero-turn machine. Whenever he wants to relax, he hops aboard. So for the first time this year, he was about to enjoy a real ride.
Sunny and I headed west on the lane — I didn't want to walk on the road. There wasn't much traffic; I just didn't want to be seen by passers-by. I was wearing my winter coat, a cap and earmuffs, and it was May!
Sunny kept stopping to roll on the ground. He'd run ahead and then throw himself down and joyfully kick his feet in the air. I tried keeping him out of the muddier areas along our route, but the goo seemed to draw him.
We didn't walk too far when mushy ground stopped my progress, and I turned around. That's when I saw Bob. His red jacket was visible next to the machine shed and so was our cart. The lawn mower was nowhere to be seen. I wondered why he had quit mowing so soon.
As we walked closer, I finally saw the mower. It was in the ditch. Bob had not gone to the north of the lane, he had turned south. The very soggy ditch hadn't been bad enough. His machine had slid off the grass into the muddy field and gotten stuck. Bob was in the process of getting the cart and chains together so we could pull it out.
I just started laughing. Wasn't that just like Bob to get stuck on his first real outing with the lawn mower? He hadn't even made one complete round. If he had gone the other direction like he had first said, he would have cut more before getting stuck.
Bob drove the cart up to the house and waited for me. Getting the mower unstuck was a two-person job. We ended up pulling it out backward. Bob parked the machine back in the shed. He and his sore foot had done enough for the day. Let's hope he has better success when he can get a tractor out in our fields — fingers crossed.
FYI: Come join me for a Book Launch Party on May 17 from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. at Sissy's Treats and Treasures, 205 N. Main St., Seymour. I'm celebrating the publication of the paperback edition of my romance novel: "When the Spotlight Fades." It's also Seymour's citywide rummage sale, so there's plenty to see and do around town.