It was quite a weekend here at Chez Sarge, for it was the weekend of the "Ceremony of the First Mowing". Or, as it is called in Japan...
|Saisho no kusakari no shikiten|
That's right, it was time to get out the old lawn mower and cut the grass!
|Excitement was at a fever pitch!|
There were the usual ceremonies...
The Traditional Blessing of the Mower
芝刈り機の祝福 (Shibakariki no shukufuku)
|France called, they would like their Garde Républicaine back in time for Bastille Day.|
|Not sure if they can get lower.|
Well, I know that's a whole lot of folderol and silliness just to indicate that I cut my grass for the first time this weekend. I may have mentioned before just how much I don't like to mow the lawn. So each year I have to come up with something to motivate myself to do so.
So this year it's a faux Shinto ceremony with military parades and flybys.
Not sure what I'll do next year, those this idea tickles my fancy -
Somehow I get the feeling that The Missus Herself might veto this. I mean sure, the flamethrower tank itself would make a big dent in the household budget. Not to mention the probably prohibitive cost of the fuel for this beasty. I'm also not real sure of my ability to burn the grass down to the proper height without, you know, charring it too badly. Not to mention the deleterious effect a poorly controlled flamethrower might have on the many flower beds, topiary trees, bushes and decorative shrubs which lie adjacent to the green stuff which requires cutting.
Hhmm, the house is rather close to the lawn too. In fact, right in the middle of the whole green expanse. I'll betcha the insurance folks would not like the flamethrower tank as lawn mower at all. Not even a little bit!
But wouldn't that be cool?