Side-by-side Judy and Glenn cut a swath up through the middle of the lawn. At the far end, he turns right and she turns left and they begin mowing in ever-shrinking circles until they’ve each finished their half of the mammoth backyard.
The air smells of fresh-cut grass, times two. “It’ so much easier this way,” says Judy. “One of us doesn’t have to do the whole thing alone.”
Watching them create mirrored patterns on the lawn reminds me of synchronized swimming—a graceful ballet of efficient movement. A complementary yin and yang. And in some respects, Judy and Glenn’s nearly 50 year marriage has been the same way.
I am blessed to know them.
