ONLY 6 DAYS TO GO and we can pull on the gloves and the hat and the sunscreen and pour the gasoline and, Yes! Mow the lawn again. Watch as the dandelions give way to disciplined corridors of greenery. We should congratulate ourselves that we have improved the economy and made the planet greener by participating in a month-long observance called No Mow May. You get it… right?
We have a small front lawn and when we bought our home I got out the gas mower. I knew the flap on the side was missing but it seemed to work alright. The mower sprayed whatever was beneath the blades. That worked until I reached the driveway of the guy who lived next door. Twigs and gravel and a little grass too were spraying from my mower into his car. A convertible. The roof was down.
He was understanding but we never got to know each other well.
My next mower was a push type. No motor. Good exercise. It was sleek and green and light weight. My father had one that worked the same way when I was a kid except that my father’s mower had thick steel wheels and weighed a ton. It was a second hand purchase left over from the Depression. It still carried the emblem “National Recovery Administration.” I hated my father’s mower. It was tough to cut the grass even when pushing downhill. I never warmed up to push mowers. Read more…