I had daydreams and fantasies when I was growing up. I always wanted to live in a log cabin at the foot of a mountain. I would ride my horse to town and pick up provisions. Then return to the cabin, with a big open fire, a record player and peace.
My first bid at edging the grass confirms that I am not a natural with the equipment. However, It was not a complete disaster, so I'll call it a win, and let this post be the victory lap.