For Henny's birthday, 30 people were on the terrace enjoying an apéro overlooking knee-high weeds in the garden. We'd just been on a 3-day gospel-singing workshop, so no time to tame the unruly garden beforehand and make 9 quiches and pizzas for our guests.
Our friend Teddy came to the rescue with his trusty lawnmower. When I was young, I mowed the lawns at home. Our finicky machine would never have dealt with our mini forest in Roujan, but Teddy had the weed-lawn looking better in no time while Henny and I raced to dump the off-cuts in double wheelbarrow tandem. What a difference!
Now we've bought Lizzie's mower second-hand, we hope to keep the weeds in check.
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