Nothing to do with a missing person!
Hey where's T god anyway.
I moved to a lake in Florida 20 years ago.
Had a boat. One day I was mowing my lawn, grass was very coarse compared to where I had come from. I was tired, my boat was nearby on the dock.
Some people went by and toasted me with a beer and waved and lauggggghhhheeeed.
I laughed right with them. Turned off the mower. Got my boat key, went skiin with my neighbor.
I've never mowed a lawn since then. Got a lawn service that did it.
Every time I ever thought of mowing I either go to work to make money, go skiing or now bowling or log on to ballreviews OR...... That kills the urge(not strong) to mow my lawn.
REgards,
Luckylefty
PS I do fertilize!