A couple friends and I shared the cost of a Power Rake/Thatcher on Friday and we each spent the day chasing the thing around our respective lawns and then raking up the aftermath. Bek helped out with the raking portion and I really appreciated her being out there. Raking grass is almost as bad as shoveling snow and both have heart attack written all over them.
I made use of my motorcycle ramp to get the grass into the back of the truck using the wheel barrel and I was fortunate with the disposal because Wyatt's neighbor let me use his composting pit.
Bek and I were lucky the fashion police didn't stop by because we both would have been ticketed.
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Showing off your best side again, John. :-)
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