Mowing the yard today, and was reminded of a top random act of kindness from a few years back. It was during the bog floods up here a few years ago, and we were scheduled to go on holidays down to Tallebudgera for two weeks. The lawn had been getting up a bit, and there had been no windows to get out and mow the yard in the few weeks before going due to persistent and consistent rainfall. Any windows that had occurred, my response had been "ah, grass is still a bit wet, I'll let it go 'til tomorra". And bloody tomorra never came. So we goes away, and the grass was already knee high when we left. There weren't many days went by when I didn't ponder what was waiting to hit with the mower when we got back.
Anyways, we get home. Seriously, Kokoda never looked that scary. All I could see was a mass of green about half-thigh high. Our house is highset at the front, lowset at the back. That tells you how much slope is on it. And the slope is steeper from maibox to front steps, going at a 45 degree angle across the slope. Well, some beautiful unknown person has mowed/hacked/trekked a mower and a half wide strip either side of the concrete pathway from mailbox to the front steps. I never did find out who it was, byt have never forgotten it either.
And mowing the rest of it...I lost count of how many tanks of fuel and catcher changes.