I Hate Blogging

As this is my first post ever to enter the blogging world let me begin by saying that I absolutely despise blogging. There is a demotivator I saw once that perfectly described how I felt about the whole thing. It says: Blogging. Never have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few. I can see that blogging has its perks. ‘It keeps people updated’ blah blah blah. Facebook can do the same thing. Despite all this, I find myself staring into the depths of the blogging universe. With luck, I’ll find myself getting bored and in a month or so all that I’ll have to show for my blogging days are a few rotting posts and a lack of fulfillment.

Now that you all (you see I’ve just implied that several people will be reading this because, you know, I’m so popular and people just can’t WAIT to hear what I have to say) know my reasons for not supporting blogging, you must be wondering why I, of all people, would ever start a blog. Well, I will tell you.

Mowing.

A few weeks ago I started a grounds job at the Provo Temple where I get to weed, mulch, water plants, and, most importantly, mow lawns. To most I’m sure this job sounds like grunt work. I mean, working in the yard is certainly refreshing, but who wants to do it every day, right? In my few weeks of work I have discovered the pure beauty, and healing art of the outdoors and more specifically, mowing lawns.

A freshly cut lawn has, since the 50’s, been a sign of status. A beautiful lawn signifies that the Jones’s(1) might have a little competition. For the perfectionist, it gives one the opportunity to create beauty. Straight lines, especially those in a diagonal pattern, are considered, by me, to be one of the most lovely and pleasing sights. To look upon a perfectly cut lawn that I have mowed gives me such pride.

I was thinking about why I love mowing today as we mowed my favorite section of grass. Could the reason be because of the smell? Fresh cut grass has always reminded me of baseball, Super Mario Brothers, and hot dogs. It reminds me of America and fireworks and the band Chicago(2). There is also the possibility that I love mowing the lawn because my dad never let me. Being the passive aggressive person that I am, that would make sense. Before I ever got my hands on a mower I was terrified of mowing. Frightened of the thought of possibly breaking a sprinkler head or having sloppy lines, I couldn’t imagine that I would ever be GOOD at mowing. Little did I know that I would discover a passion for lines, and blades, and safety glasses.

So, in realizing that I love mowing far too much, I figure, why not tell the world?! I love my logic. This blog, in the end, is a place to express the thoughts that I have while doing my favorite thing in the whole wide world. Welcome friends and family, to The Mowers Corner.

1 “I don’t keep up with the Jones‘s! I AM the Jones‘s!”

2 When I want to get some serious mowing done, I usually listen to Chicago.