As I look at the old push mower sitting by my porch, I see it has become a dwelling for the morning glories. As they twine around it, I am taken back to fond memories of a simple time.
I always enjoyed spending time outside helping dad in the yard. When he would let me mow the grass, I never had to wait for him to put gas in the mower, or adjust the seat; this mower was powered by a little girl's means of determination and encouragement.
He would stand behind and watch, from time to time telling me to remember to keep in a straight line. I would giggle and go around in a circle, hearing dad scold me and I would look up to see the grin on his face.
When I had finished, he would always revisit the yard to snip the spots I had missed. Then we would take the mower down by the alley and he would clean the grass off the blades.
Then up to the garage we would go. I would sit and watch as he again would wipe off the blades, then take a long object and wipe it across the blades. When I would ask what he was doing, he would tell me that we must always keep the blades sharp to be sure we could give the grass a good cutting. He would then hand me a round can with a long swan like neck and show me where to position it then tell me to push the handle. Again I would ask what this is for, and he would tell me it is oil that is needed to keep the blades and wheels moving when I mow the grass.
Now, there are many days when I sit upon our riding mower and think of the times when as a little girl I would walk behind the old push mower and laugh as I turned in a circle just to see the grin on dad's face. Sometimes I feel his presence with me as I mow and I can't resist going in a circle.
Before he passed away, he came to visit. He sat on the porch and watched me as I sat on the riding mower and mowed the grass. When I came up to the porch, he asked me how I learned to to do such a fine job. I smiled as I told him I had the best instructor a little girl could ever have.
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Cindy, there's a reason why us writers have such a fondness for the written word; it is work like "The Old Push Mower" that keep us in love with our trade. Excellent story you've written. Faithwriters is truly a magical place, where at any given moment a person can click on a column and receive a treat such as the work you've submitted today! May God bless and always keep you putting down good words. Sincerely, Dan Blankenship, Author of THE RUNNING GIRL