A rainy Summer day like today always makes me think back to when our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run.
My wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed, but I always had something else to take care of first. Things like the shed, the boat, making beer, all of those things were more important to me than a broken lawn mower and tending to the garden.
Finally, my wife thought of a clever way to make her point, as the grass was by this time getting rather long.
So, when I arrived home one day, I found her sat down in the middle of a patch of tall grass, busily snipping away at it with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched in silence for a short time and then went into the house.
I was only gone for a minute and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said to her, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway”.
The good news is that the doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
