My husband likes to remind me that I am very spoiled when I complain about petty things. So, yeah, I'm spoiled.
We rent. We have no control over when/how the mower dude mows. We are working really hard to get the soil back into shape after decades of mismanagement/neglect/abuse. This time of year, the lawn has gone dormant. There is nothing to mow. So, he mows the dirt and raises up dust clouds. I get that he needs to make a living, but he's doing more harm than good. I wish I could make him stop.
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