After unpacking, Josh decided to cut the yard. The thick grass had grown ankle-plus high and became a plush green that looked summer silk. A tiny shed sat approximately three hundred feet away from the cabin. Inside were tools for keeping the property shipshape: shovels, a pick, machete, chainsaw, five-gallon plastic tank of gasoline, two containers of 10W30 oil, lawn mower, and ceramic garden gnomes with cracked faces and missing limbs. The gnomes needed to be tossed in the garbage, a task that maybe Josh would get around to during the next month. Maybe not, though. As for the lawnmower, it was new, used just a few times last summer, and shiny red.
Josh checked the mower’s oil. Not fine. Almost empty. He added more. Then he filled the Lawn Boy with gasoline. Good to go now. Amen to that.
