I believe it was Spiderman's uncle Ben that said "With one's own yard comes great responsibility." It was when he was fleeing from the bandito that shot J.R. or something. Again, I'm not sure, but I think this is close to accurate.
Now that I own my own house I have a yard to maintain. This task has been slightly challenging, as the yard is all sod. And, having never experienced the joys of sod, I let some of it die within my first week or two at Stewartland, as I was implicitly told that I didn't need to worry about watering it and that it was already mature enough. Once I saw the brown, dead or dying spots in my yard I went to Wal*Mart and bought me a sprinkler. Now I water my yard either mornings or evenings, environmentally conscious of my materialistic need to have a green yard. (How ironic that I use the adjective green there.)
I mowed yesterday. I was going to get an electric mower, but I didn't, as they were much more expensive than their gas-powered kin. But I did buy me an electric weed-eater. It's pretty nifty and quiet, plus I have a million foot long extension cord so I never run into the problem of not enough wire. I also put together and hung up a swing for our back porch. I screwed in some hooks to hang plants on, but we currently don't own any plants that hang.
All in all I like being out in the yard on a summer night. The sun doesn't burn out until almost 9 o'clock, and it's nice being outside. The neighborhood has kids playing everywhere. Folks are walking their dogs. Me and Keisha take Stella for a walk around the trails that go around our neighborhood quite often. It's always pleasant being out, and now that we have a swing it'll be even nicer.
I'm really enjoying being a homeowner. I take pride in taking care of my place, inside and out. Sure, we're still in the unpacking phase, but we're getting there. Stewartland is looking more and more complete, though I'm not sure if it will ever reach the "completely satisfied" point. There always seems to be something else lurking on the horizon.