Women and Mowing


On my walk this morning, in an attempt to get it over and done with before the heat and humidity set in for the day (but apparently not early enough!), I saw a young woman out mowing her lawn. My first thought was that of being thankful we’d already completed that chore ourselves – Bill normally does the front yard while I do the back but sometimes, I mow it all – and then it occurred to me that I don’t know that I’ve ever seen another woman in our neighborhood mowing the grass, aside from my rock star neighbor, Angi, and me.

Cue back a few years ago: Angi and I enjoyed a friendly mowing pattern competition one summer where we’d post our most recent lawn art on Facebook with a ‘top that’ throw-down challenge. It was fun and a little zany but after a while, we either ran out of ideas or motivation to continue. In any case, the point here, is that Angi mows their lawn the majority of the time and when my RA (last summer) or fractured toe (this year) hasn’t prevented me from getting out there, I actually like mowing.


I think mowing one’s lawn is great exercise, allows for your daily dose of Vitamin D and provides relative solitude for some serious think time. And I got to thinking – do most women prefer that their husbands or boyfriends handle this chore? Or are there any – like Angi and me – who don’t mind it at all?

How about a show of (feminine) hands: Who likes (or at least doesn’t mind) mowing the lawn? Who wears the mowing pants in your family? Is this something you enjoy? Why or why not? I’d love to hear from you!


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  1. Brandon does ours. My house in Phx had a tiny patch of grass and I used to mow it with an old fashioned mower and rake it to get up the grass. 🙂

    • LOL. It occurred to me after I posted this that I should have clarified that I was referring to non-riding mowers. HA! That said, when we were growing up and lived on 15 acres, my mom loved jumping on her riding mower and gettin’ er done. She said it was her alone time where she could get away from her 6 daughters!

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