The Good Kind of Ache

It is so easy to only write to complain, or only to commemorate major moments, but sometimes the best thing is to take a moment to share good days.

We've had an unusually warm Spring. Definitely my type of Spring. Of course, Oregon likes to strike e Rey now and then, bringing back drippy sweater days. Today, I could have sworn we were moving into Fall already, but yesterday was something different.

The morning was warm from the get go, and the lawn was three weeks into begging to be mowed. I never wrote much about my previous venture in lawn mowing. Let's just say that after an hour plus spent trying to convince the human powered mower to shorten the back yard, our neighbors took pity and offered the use of their mower. I didn't refuse.

This time, I went over on my own and asked to use it. Sounds like things should go smoothly after that, but it is amazing how quickly thick wet grass gets heavy. Besides killing the motor several times due to the overload of high grass, I emptied the bag about four times. That's a lot of grass.

With a nicely mowed back yard, we were tempted to play. There's not a whole lot of space, but we managed to have quite a frisbee toss. I have no claim to greatness with a frisbee, but after spending most of the afternoon working on my fling, I'd say I shows a marked improvement.

Needless to say, between the lawn mowing, and the frisbee throwing, my body is feeling it. We're talking everything aches. The good thing about that, as the weather has taken a quick downturn for the worst, every last bit of me is remembering a sunny day :)