Husband's Away, It's Lawn Day!

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Darryl Hanah, Keiran Lee Pic(s)

The morning sun, a brilliant and unforgiving spotlight, finally illuminated the overgrown jungle that my husband had so affectionately neglected, and with him conveniently away on a golf trip, I decided it was time for a radical landscape intervention. I summoned Darryl Hanah, a sleek and formidable riding mower whose powerful engine promised not just a trim, but a total territorial conquest. Her wide cutting deck glided with a satisfying hum, transforming chaotic tufts of fescue and clover into neat, regimented rows of emerald perfection. Meanwhile, Keiran Lee, my robust and incredibly precise electric trimmer, buzzed to life in my hands with an eager, high-pitched whine. He became my surgical instrument, meticulously edging along the flowerbeds and deftly defoliating the stubborn weeds clinging to the fence line. With Darryl handling the broad, open sweeps of the lawn, I felt a thrilling sense of command over the vast expanse of my domain. Keiran then allowed me to execute the fine details, carving crisp, clean borders that looked as sharp as a tailored suit. The symphony of their engines—Darryl’s low, steady roar and Keiran’s aggressive buzz—was the soundtrack of my solitary and strangely satisfying productivity. A faint, sweet aroma of freshly severed grass filled the air, clinging to my skin and clothes as a tangible badge of my hard-won horticultural victory. Stepping back to admire our work, I saw not just a manicured lawn, but a masterpiece of order and control, a perfect testament to a day spent exactly as I pleased.