That’s what we do in Indiana, we mow our lawns. I love spring. Everyone is coming out from their mother nature induced hibernation. Kids are outside screaming. Moms and dads are smiling because they no longer have to scrape the ice off their windshields and somewhere up above the gardener gods are smiling because they know business is in session. Everyday from dawn till dusk, you can hear your neighbor’s mower singing its song.