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I fought the yard. And the yard won.I even have a battle wound to prove it. A small 1 1/2-inch gash on the inside of my right arm tells the story of my inability to complete the simple task of mowing my lawn.You can begin making fun of me at any time. If you’re not now, you surely will be by the time you finish this column.It all started when I rented this lovely little house in Pewee Valley — thanks to my wonderful landlords Jeff and Jennifer Hignite — that I was bound and determined to make my home.
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