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This is most of our front yard.

That’s all it took. 14 minutes.

That’s certainly not how it used to be. It used to take much, much longer.

I remember mowing lawns as taking, uh, hours. It killed Saturday mornings … and I had a riding lawn mower, to boot. Of course, that was when I was mowing 2 yards on the farm … and the size of the yards was probably best measured in hundreds of yards, not tens of feet. Today, my lawn isn’t big enough to turn around on a riding mower.

Today, for the first time in about 30 years, I mowed my own lawn. In 14 minutes.

Lawn Mower

The Mowry Mower

So the mower works. But what to do with it?

The big problem, of course, is that the Mowry Mower doesn’t fit in my 2-car garage workshop. Space is at a premium in SoCal … no one has space to spare. My workshop had a sudden incursion last June when Little Girl came home from college … and it took me months to recover and find new storage for all of the things that have to be stored until she moves out.


It took me far too long, but eventually I found storage for all of Little Girl’s stuff … just in time to re-fill the workshop with the sheet stock and lumber required to build the shed.

The shed is now just about finished. It got doors today … it’s functional. Another day for final trim pieces, paint and touch-up, and it’ll be all done. Meanwhile, here are a couple of shots of our new shed.

I enjoy designing and building projects from the ground up. This is our first outdoor shed, and we will enjoy it.


Why Do I Even HAVE A Lawn?

Any Lawn Care Advice, Auntie?

Another Aunt, Another Bad Lawn

Posted April 30, 2013 by henrymowry in Living Life

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Another Aunt, Another Bad Lawn   2 comments

Morgan Family Home

Here we have a picture of another part of my family, and another rather interesting lawn.  The photo is circa 1905, taken near Graham, MO.

The matriarch of the family, front and center, is Lucy Farrow Morgan, who would be my Great Great Great Aunt, AKA Great Great Grandaunt.

Also identified is the man sitting on the left, her son-in-law Philip Daise.  I’ll assume that he’s using the lawn ornament as a hat rack, though I have no idea what that is or how it’s working.  His wife, Mary Alma Morgan Daise, is sitting center left.

And this lovely family doesn’t seem to care that their “lawn” is rather tall.  Perhaps my ancestors are trying to tell me something….

Morgan Family Yard, Up Close

Any Lawn Care Advice, Auntie?   2 comments

This photo is of my Grandmother Baugher’s Aunt & Uncle.  Don’t know exactly who they might be.  The photo was probably taken in Nodaway County, Missouri, in the early 20th century.

We now get some historical perspective on how my ancestors believed a yard should be treated.  If you read Get Off My Lawn! a few days ago, you know this is a current subject near and dear to my heart.  If you didn’t read that article, you can do so now.

I’ll wait.

See how the couple tended their yard, I mean garden?  And by tending, I mean how they let it grow.  A couple of more years, and they won’t be able to get in the front door.  They’ve already anticipated that, so they’ve moved their living room furniture out into the yard.

And I thought yard care was difficult.  Thanks, Aunt & Unc, now I know how easy it can be!

Grandma Baugher's Aunt & Uncle


Posted January 14, 2013 by henrymowry in Genealogy, Photography

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Get Off My Lawn!   9 comments

What is it about old people?  Why must curmudgeons scare young people off their lawn?

Don’t know, don’t care.  I am one.  Get off my lawn.

Back in the day, we bought a house that didn’t even HAVE a lawn.  People that don’t do the work call it “sweat equity.”  Velda called it a “hobby.”

The ground was so hard a rototiller wouldn’t scratch it. We had to go get the industrial strength, self-propelled, so-big-you-need-a-cart-to-transport-it monster to beat the ground into submission.

Hobby, indeed.

But with the help of a couple of friends, we got several hundred square feet of turf installed.  We had a lawn; people didn’t have to get off of it … but I was young then.  I actually hired people to get ON the lawn.  Luis the gardener took care of the lawn at that house, and he followed us to our current lawn.  He was followed by Jin the gardener, and that’s where the story takes a turn.

I got old.

So now, I’m going to fire the gardener and take back responsibility for my yard.

I’m old, so now I’m a gardener.

So Get Off My Lawn!


New York Times on the Greek Island of Ikaria where people garden

UK Yahoo on why old people garden

Gardening for seniors

Posted January 10, 2013 by henrymowry in Living Life

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