Lawnmower Pumpkin

Lawnmower Pumpkin
Two truths here:

1. I like this scene. I can't say it enough. I love it.

2. When I moved into our new house in 2006 it was a big adjustment. The neighborhood was much wealthier than our old neighborhood. I was a little intimidated. I dress poorly, rarely shave, I cuss a lot, and drive a crappy car. I knew I wouldn't fit in, but I still wanted to make friends.

One day, I was mowing the lawn. It is something I like to do and I hate to spend the money hiring out. One of my neighbors approached me with a big smile on his face. He was an older guy, maybe 55, and he stuck out his hand to shake.

I shook his hand and he said, "Welcome to the neighborhood. My name is Merrill and you and I are the only guys around here that mow our own lawns. I am going to like you." I like Merrill. It is those rare moments that make you feel comfortable being who you are.

Oh, he didn't run me over with his lawnmower or anything. It just reminded me.