That's scary.

MOM, I'm bushed. Literally. I boxed up and bundled lots of branches from various bushes and trees that I'd dumped in the compost a long time ago. They have been in the way, so I bundled and cut and stuffed and tied up several bundles that are now down at the curb for the trash guys on Monday. My mowing in the back is a little easier now. I shouldn't be throwing any more sticks and rocks with the mower. I know MOM was disappointed when the mower was throwing so much stuff that it knocked down some of her sunflowers and knocked a concoidal fracture type hole in the sliding glass door from that flying rock.