Mowing the Lawn My father died when I was young. Just shy of my thirteenth birthday. An unusual way to begin a post about mowing the lawn yes? Bare with me… My dad Keith was a farmer, and before he succumbed to cancer, he was fit. As in a “run four kilometres each morning before he began a physical day on the farm” fit. There is a beautiful photograph of him at my mum’s.
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