The smell of fresh cut grass ... Yuck!

I've found mowing my yard to be a task similar to writing this blog. I'm going to get around to it eventually, just not as quickly as I probably should.

This blog, for example, should have and could have been written on Monday. Instead, here it is late Wednesday morning.

I was even later in getting to the yard. While some people were mowing two weeks ago, I waited. I finished my back yard as the shadows were growing long across the land on Monday evening.

I probably missed some spots, but at least it's the back yard.

I think we've found the one drawback to the unseasonably warm weather we've had this month:

Early spring weather = Early spring work

Darn.

It was early last week when my wife told me the neighbors on either side had mowed their yards, so I'd better get to it pretty quickly.

"I don't mow before May." I was only half joking.

"It's going to have to be done before May," she said, "even if I have to do it myself."

"Have fun with that."

Of course, I knew she was right. (But don't tell her I said that.) So on Monday I finally got the mower fired up and began making my laps of the yard.

As the laps piled up I remembered something I spend every winter forgetting: I actually like mowing the yard.

It's a pleasant walk around the yard that doesn't take too long. I get some decent exercise out of it. I usually have headphones in tow, so it's an hour or so of uninterrupted music I wouldn't get otherwise.

The problem is, the first mowing of the year is always so hard to get out of the way. First of all, there's the arduous task of getting the mower running after it's been dormant for so many months. (That's actually a fun tale for another time.)

Even worse, though, once you start mowing, you can't stop. I'm in for eight months of mowing approximately once a week. I don't like new commitments of my time, even if I secretly enjoy them.

But don't expect to drive by and always see the trimming done. I really hate weed eaters.