From the days of mowing for old ladies, I eventually moved on to working for a landscape company as a foreman for their lawn-mowing crew. At times there were three of us at a time, but usually only two when we were mowing lawns every day. Usually I had a guy named Derek with me and we worked pretty good together.
Derek and I were working on some lawns one afternoon when the weather started to look menacing. We were in the middle of mowing and could tell by the look of the sky that we were in for something pretty nasty. We could hear thunder in the distance and it was getting more frequent as the storm moved closer. But we pressed on, eyeing the sky every couple of minutes to gauge how much time we had before things cut loose. As we finished mowing and got on the leaf blowers to scatter the cut-up grass in the yard, everything around us suddenly turned “weird”. You know what I mean? The color of everything around us became an odd yellowish color. Even the air seemed to reflect it. If you’ve seen that before, you know how creepy it makes you feel….a foreboding feeling that something ominous is getting ready to happen with the weather. We knew we needed to wrap things up fast. I had been praying for God’s protection the whole time and those prayers accelerated exponentially at that point.
Then I realized that everything around us had suddenly become very quiet and still. Derek and I were about ten feet away from each other and I could see by the look on his face that same realization had just struck him as well. It was at that point that I physically felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. Then, right above our heads somewhere very close came a flash of lightning immediately followed by a crack of thunder so loud that I felt my heart leave my body, do twenty-five jumping jacks, thirty push-ups and run a couple of full laps around the yard we were in before it returned from whence it came. We looked at each other but a fraction of a second (with eyes as big as mower wheels) before we shut off our blowers and beat feet to the truck to get out of there.
As close as that was, however, I remember most the yard with all the dog poo. So what’s that all about? Join me once again…..