Our grass had gotten so long that I was a bit worried about the wild life that had set up camp in our lawn. Our broken lawnmower has yet to be fixed. With two weekends out of town, I knew we needed to do something before we had droves of neighbors marching at us with torches and pitchforks. We happened to pass a neighborhood adolescent mowing his lawn. I used this as an opportunity to meet a new neighbor and take care of a chore we could not. We paid the boy to mow on that Saturday. To our lovely surprise, we came home a week later with a freshly clipped lawn and a note indicating that it was our neighbor's pleasure to mow our lawn again.
These are nice folk we just met and already they were doing a mitzvah for us! (secondary note, two weeks later, as the husband was using the push mower that is functioning to get some of our lawn mowed, his cousin walked over saying he would mow the front lawn because he knew it would take the whole weekend to mow it with the push mower. Added bonus, their 3 year old came over to play). And, yes, I am aware we need to find a way to get the mower fixed!
I would love to dedicate this blog to all the wonderful things we are trying to do in this world, but it seems too one sided. We are very lucky to have generous people in our lives too!
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