The First Cut Is The Deepest

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I call it breaking the seal. Something I do not want to do in a bar (because once I pee it's pee after pee), and something I don't want to have to do with the yard in the spring (because once I cut it is cut after cut). But it needed to be done. And I waited way too long to do it. Granted, we've had some wet weekends, so it would not have been ideal to do it anyway. Cut the grass that is. But I finally broke down and said if I wait any longer I will need a sickle and a machete to get this grass taken care of. Stop, start, stop start, stop, start. Ssslllloooowwwlllly I trudged through the prairie that my backyard had become. But what a pain in the ass. You cannot tell by the picuture, but in some places I kid you not, the grass was more than 6 inches tall. My mower did NOT like it, and bogged down too many times to count. I am spent. But at least it is done.