I checked the weather online last night just to make sure I could mow the lawn today without getting rained on. Partly sunny with 10% chance of precipitation it said and 67 degrees for a high. Sounds good to me I said. So comes the day, dawning bright, cold and cloudy which is normal for this time of year but the bright part of it told me it would probably clear off later on.
Now we live in a very small, very wet valley which means that it takes a bit for the grass to dry off from the previous evening’s dew fall, a dew that tends fall with a solid thump, so I usually wait until after lunch to mow the lawn as things tend to be dried off by then. I also figured the partly sunny (10% chance of rain) and 67 degrees should be around the neighborhood by then as well.
So, with a lovely bowl of clam chowder secured snugly behind the belt, I ventured out the door into the partly sunny (10% chance of rain) and 67 degrees afternoon only to quickly realize that it wasn’t partly sunny (10% chance of rain) and 67 degrees after all. It was even grayer and darker than it was this morning and it was also not 67 degrees. Not even close.
Well, seeing as I’m going to be away to the Boston VA tomorrow I decided that partly sunny (10% chance of rain) and 67 degrees had to be right around the corner getting a cup of coffee and finishing up a sandwich and would be showing up any time now. So I pulled the pusher mower out of the shed for the trimming part of the operation and no sooner had I gassed the thing up and started on the first trimming pass around the old apple tree and past the clothes line, it started to splatter. And a cold splatter it was too.
By this time though, I was committed and the rain be damned. I mean, partly sunny (10% chance of rain) and 67 degrees couldn’t be that far off now could it? This was just a bit of a tease, I was sure of it.
I had emptied the last bag of clippings of the trimming portion of the mowing ordeal and it was a wet bunch of clippings indeed. It was fairly obvious by now that partly sunny (10% chance of rain) and 67 degrees had found a cute little cumulus cloud to talk to and had gotten sidetracked by her, umm, well stacked features. So with the trimming complete it was now time to haul out my beloved old ’68 Cub Cadet lawn tractor to tackle the main body of the lawn.
By this time the splatter had turned into light rain which wasn’t any warmer than the splatter had been and besides that, the wind had picked up. I’ll admit I nearly faltered at this point but the obvious difference between the trimmed areas and the rest of the lawn was so apparent that I shoved my ball cap forwards and turned the old lawn tractor over. It started right up of course and I did consider using an umbrella at first but I quickly discarded that idea as I needed my left hand to shift.
It never let really let loose with a full blown rain as I had feared although it threatened several times to do just that. It just kept on with the annoying splattery/light rain that thoroughly soaked the grass which pretty much guarantees I’ll have to scrap the underside of the mowing deck before I put the tractor up for the winter.
And, of course, as soon as I put the tractor back in the shed, lawn mowing chores done for another week or so, the partly sunny (10% chance of rain) and 67 degrees arrived with a satisfied look on it’s face and a cute little cumulus cloud scudding along beside it.
Something about the luck of the Irish comes to mind except for the wee fact that I’m not Irish.