Sunrise on a humid morning

Mowed the lawn this afternoon. I had planned when I moved to this house that I wouldn't have a lawn. Conservationally speaking, lawns are horrible things plus I despised the time I had to spend mowing my lawn in the Big City just so it would look like all of my neighbor's lawns. However, my brothers talked me into keeping a little lawn here to keep the wood ticks down and I read an article that having a lawn border between wild lands and a house could serve as a fire break in an emergency. The area I now mow has grown from there. Besides the immediate area around the house, I mow down either side of the driveway, around the stockade, a path out to Gorgeous Gorge and beyond to a hay field, a path skirting the edge of the field that surrounds the house, a path out to my favorite raspberry patch, a path so I can keep my feet dry when I pick day lilies on the mound, a path to the deer lick, and so on. Instead of going around and around in ever tightening circles, I trail blaze cross country. Makes for a much more pleasurable mowing experience. Of course, buying a garden tractor w/ a mower attachment might have something to do w/ making the job less onerous too.