Mow, mow, mow your yard

The two of us grew up in West Virginia where we lived on acres of land surrounded by trees and mountains.  We now live in Baltimore, where we drained our bank accounts for a teeny yard with just enough room to throw a ball with our dog. 


Our little postage stamp yard really doesn't require a gas powered mower.  Jake had his heart set on buying one of those little old school mowers with the spinning blades.  Who knew they still existed?  And who knew they cost at least $100?? Lucky for us, my Dad found us one at a yard sale for just a few bucks.  Check this baby out:

This mower is fantastic.  I loved it from the moment I first woke up to a polite little "click click click" sound outside of my window, then got up to find Jake (looking very rugged and manly) pushing the little mower around.  I loved it even more when he said that he waited until late morning to mow to make sure he didn't disturb the neighbors.