Zero Turn Burn

Birds chirping. Bees buzzing. And my lawn mower, GAS GUZZLIN!!!

Birds chirping. Bees buzzing. And my lawn mower, GAS GUZZLIN!!!

I used to hate mowing. It was not my thing. And don’t get me started on weed eater string.

I hated the heat. The pushing and perspiration. I was in desperation

Too little time. Too big a yard.

Some money to burn.

And I got me the biggest and baddest zero turn!

For weeks I didn’t know what I was doing

Other people’s yards my mower was chewin

Neighbors would watch from their window, seeing me fly at an ungodly pace, wondering if I was in a high speed chase.

Once I figured it out, my love for mowing grew no doubt.

I would mow and feel all big on that rig. Riding with a piece of hay as my cig.

I would turn with ease. I would glide around that yard. And then I would begin to sneeze!!!!!

Achoooooooooo

Ha-ha-ha-chooooooooo

Then it came to me. Another reason I hate mowing. A reason I like

when our world is snowing. My seasonal allergies.

Despite this challenge, don’t forget the difference maker.

Oh zero turn, oh zero turn. For you my heart burnnnnnnns!

Allergies and all

I’m out there to the last days of fall. Sneezing and wheezing

in those early spring breeeezins.

I’m persistent and focused. I’m determined despite my condition.

It’s clear I’ve got a zero turn addiction!

A zero turn addiction.