Country Schooled: lesson #3 learned living in the sticks

Mow your lawn. Every weekend. Even if you did buy the manual push mower, snubbing your nose at the riding gas-guzzling type.

Even if there is an acre of it, and you have long term plans of fruit trees, gazebos and reading nooks.

Because even if you want a lovely field of wildflowers, the grass will get so tall it will just fall over on itself and then it will die, leaving big ugly clumps of dead yellow gray grass.

And then your mom will have to buy a weed wacker and spend 22 hours getting the lawn back to normal. And the previous owners will tell you their friends complained to them that "the property has gone to sh*t".

Country Schooled: lesson #1 learned living in the sticks

You know that awesome walking path you found? Yeah, well, it's a highway. For snowmobiles. And they don't want you walking there.

It's crazy - there's a whole other highway system in the winter for snowmobiles. Like, they actually have a for reals Provincial highway sign with a number and everything. It cuts right across lakes. And they have markers to mark the two "lanes" for coming and going snowmobiles.

UPDATE! On today's walk, there were many signs of this being a non-pedestrian-friendly zone: speed signs, road directions, and lots of skidoo marks. And then, when I heard a snow mobile approaching, I stepped off to the side where my left leg was INSTANTLY submerged up to my crotch (would have been deeper if not for said crotch). It was STUCK, no wiggling out. I tried to look cool while the snowmobiler passed me then frantically dug myself out with my two hands and turned my damp self back in the direction of home. Sigh.