I have no idea what they feed the grass in Ireland, But it is super-charged. Seriously. You don’t mow the lawn for two weeks, and you live in the jungle. Maybe its all the manure on the ground and methane in the air from all the cows, but good grief, the grass grow faster here than bunnies can multiply.
You remember that feeling when you were a teenager admiring your stunning good looks in the mirror at night before going to bed? And then BAM... The next morning when you look in the mirror, you experience the horror of that zit that just decided to appear out of nowhere right smack in the middle of your cheek or forehead, and there is nothing you can do to hide it — same thing here with the grass.
Sunday morning you look at your handy work and think to yourself, “damn did I do a good job or what.”
That sense of accomplishment and victory you feel. But, what happens next is like something from a horror story.
The whole week you go through your normal routine, get up after snoozing your alarm clock at least 5 times, rush to get the children to the childminder in time so you can get to work without being late. The evenings are the same rush of leaving the office, racing off to fetch the kids from the childminder, making supper, and getting the kids to bed. So you don’t take notice of the ugly monster that is slowly coming out to ruin your weekend.
Then, come Saturday morning. You look out the window after getting out of bed, psychologically getting yourself ready to spend the morning in the garden and afterwards having a “braai” with a beautiful, ice-cold, beer.
You look out the window that terrible feeling of horror like when you were a teenager hits you. What the hell is going on in the garden? When did the grass grow that long?! Has it been just a week?
Luckily, if only a week, you are good to go and a single cut will have the lawn back in tip-top shape looking awesome. If for some reason, the previous weekend something interfered with getting into the garden like the rain, or a birthday party you had to drop your son of for and the dad twisting your rubber arm to stay for “a whiskey or two” as he doesn’t want to spend the day alone with all the woman bringing their kids and stay for tea... Then good luck. It may be likely that you will be spending the whole day, or day and a half , in the garden and possibly doing two cuts.
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