As a 21-year-old lacking a college degree, landscaping is my blue collar job of choice. The near future, I’m sure, will bring bigger and better things. But, as of now, toiling behind a mower is my way of life.(All-though sometimes i wish the lawns i were mowing were strictly metaphorical) It sounds like hard work. And it is. But it has its benefits. After all, I get to enjoy the smell of freshly cut grass, and the sight of the season’s newborn flowers. They combine to ignite a pleasurable case of spring fever. But the great outdoors isn’t the only thing tantalizing my senses. There also are the young housewives who live in the multi-million dollar Westchester homes whose lawns are in my care. They all seem to have hired help to tend to the cooking and cleaning, which begs the question: what the hell do they do all day to keep themselves occupied. Observing them provides a clue. Sometimes they’ll depart in a fancy car, returning home hours later with a load of shopping bags. Sometimes they’ll take off for a couple hours in cute, skimpy little gym or tennis outfits (my personal favorite). Sometimes they’ll disappear dressed in their Sunday’s best, and spend hours out and about with no return. And sometimes they’ll just prance around the lawn with a perky little strut, sporting black spandex pants, and a fresh pair of Ugg boots, letting it be known they want to be noticed. It makes you forget about the bug bites, the poison ivy, and the weeds. It transforms the roar of the mower motor into a sexy purr. For this blue collar guy, It elevates lawn care into a labor of love. In more ways than one.
