Here is the before shot:
The first step was to move all the fallen tree branches off the lawn. Here, my lovely assistant and spokesmodel demonstrates step one:
After that, my spokesmodel suddenly turned into a caveman who would not even hear of me mowing the lawn - not even part of it. He did the whole thing himself, while I went around the edges and trimmed the long pieces of grass that the lawnmower missed. Apparently, the space-time continuum temporarily turned in on itself and I ended up in 1955 for a full 45 minutes.
Now the after shot:
|Ahhh . . . it looks just the way I feel after a new haircut|
Wait a minute ... who is that in the distance, peering out the front, left window?
Let us approach ... stealthily ...
|Hi - my name is Emma - I spend lots of time gazing wistfully out the window|
The good thing about finally mowing, is that there were lots of grass clippings to add to Geoffrey the Geobin composter:
|Yum! Tasty grass clippings for Geoffrey!|