It was my weekly responsibility when I was a kid. We had a fairly large lawn and only a push mower to do it with, at least I got an allowance for doing it.
When I got old enough to drive a lawn tractor I had the added responsibility of doing my grandparent's yard of weeds. Grandpa paid good though, $10 per time, and this was back in the early 1980's.
Through the years of our married life, Glen and I have shared the chore. Some years he did it more and some years I did it more.
When we moved to our current house and finally got a riding mower, Mallory took over the chore for a while, until the novelty of driving a mower wore off.
Now it is back to Glen and I sharing again, and it is close to 50/50. We keep our lawn longer, so we generally need to mow twice a week, me once and Glen once.
I am at a point in my life where I don't mind doing it. It is a great time to think, with nothing to distract me. It is just me and the mower and the grass.
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