Previously... in another post... a few before this one, I lamented the fact that I am not allowed to use the edger. Let's just get the obvious out of the way. There are two things wrong with that statement. First: allowed? Really? I am obviously a grown-up who is capable of that sort of thing, not to mention a freedom loving American, who has the liberty and the resolve to do what she wants. Like I need permission. And Second: Come on, it's a yard tool for crying out loud, it's not like I'm building a nuclear warhead. All I want is a well-groomed lawn. Be that as it may, I am not allowed. I also need to clarify that I was not speaking of an edger, but more specifically a "weed whacker." My husband, for some unknown reason, refuses to let me whack weeds. It's a bit prehistoric if you are asking me. I mean I can mow, weed, shovel, drill, give birth, use harmful cleaners, etc. but I am not allowed to whack a weed. Where in reason does this make sense? Regardless of the aforementioned "issue," I have a dream. I have a dream that one day my yard will be the best, that one day flower and grass will grow together in a symphony of beautiful colors, textures, and fragrances. Granted, I have a ways to go, but one day my yard will be the stuff that dreams are made of. And one of the only things standing in the way of that dream is an edger. I want one. Every time I mow the lawn I leave a mohawk on the park strip because the mower won't reach it. And the grass overruns the sidewalk, and I can't mow along the rock wall, thus leaving a border of tall unsightly grass. Oh the agony, of a freshly groomed lawn which is not completely groomed. It is a burr in my side, I am telling you what. Reed got sick of the whining and hints and took me to look at them the other day. And we did, look I mean. And then we left - we left without an edger. And I came home and coveted the neighbors, and pointed out the not-so-subtle differences in an edged lawn, a whacked lawn, and the lawn which has had neither (aka: our lawn). Reed thinks a whacker does as good of a job as an edger. Simpleton. The weed whacker is for the whacking of weeds, hence the name. An edger is for (finger quotes) "edging." In the end I won out and got what I wanted. It took some coercing but I did it. Check out my new edger:
Isn't the edger handsome? It edged all along the flower garden in the back of the house. The new edger is not without faults mind you. It broke a sprinkler head while edging along the rocks. The warranty did not cover that, but lucky for me I know a guy who can fix pipes. I wonder how long it will take before my edger becomes obsolete?!?!?
5 comments:
Once again, you crack me up.
he can come edge mine... we (as in jeff) only weed wacks as well- and only about twice a summer when even he is embarraced by the lawn...
I do not own an edger, I too own a weed wacker, but I am not "allowed" to use this device because I leave alien like circles in my grass. Apparently I put it to close to the grass. So I only mow.
It really must be a "man" thing. I am also not allowed to use the weed whacker... Maybe it's an "Evans" thing!? Anyways, I'm glad you finally got your lawn edged. BTW: Your post had me in tears. Too funny.
We have both, and they both occasionally come out. Of course not by me. Probably not strong enough to even pull the cord!! You should see the jungle out there (in the back mind you, because it is hidden behind the fence). I do so love a beautifully manicured lawn and I have no doubt that many of them are "a woman's" work.
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