We used to share our property (two cottages) with my brother-in-law and his wife. BIL was a stickler about the grass (there's not a lot of it) being cut, so he hired a landscaper to come once a week. They lived there all summer, we were there on weekends.
One summer we snuck away from work early on a weeknight and went to the lake for late-afternoon cocktails and then dinner. We poured two glasses of wine and then went and sat on the porch overlooking the lake. Ahhhhh...a respite from the work week.
As we were about to take a sip of our drink, we heard the whirring of a lawn mower, and looking down saw an enthusiastic young man cutting the grass just below us. It wasn't what we had anticipated, but it didn't last long and thankfully we were able to enjoy the rest of the evening.
(It happened a second time. We're old...we forgot...! ; )
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MarieM
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