Over on his site Sweet Juniper, James D Griffioen tells a few tales of mowing lawns and having lost sight found:

As I watched him accumulate those neat little rows behind the mower I was unable to hide my jealousy. He even admitted it was fun. He'd grown up in Miami, where he mowed all year round. Once he'd cleared enough grass that we could start setting down boxes, I enlisted his architectural expertise to do the layout. While it's true that I suck at anything involving precision, my real motivation was to yank that lawnmower starter out from under his nose and stand behind her while she purred between my legs. I pushed that old mower around for awhile, then he'd take over. There we were, a couple of guys with postgraduate degrees fighting over who got to use a lawnmower.