For quite some time I've been wishing for a lawnmower. I've been obssessed with having one ever since I saw it in one of my books. I would always ask Mom what it was and she would tell me, "It's a lawnmower." Even the word itself sounds magical. Then spring came. There was Dad out there cutting the grass. I love the loud grumbley noise and the humming as it goes across our lawn. So for my birthday, they gave me a lawnmower.
I'm still experimenting with cutting patterns for the grass. I really like what they do at Wrigley Field. If anyone knows how to get that crosshatch look, let me know.
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