"" bshawise: Gone Green

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Gone Green

I went GREEN today. 90% of our lawn hasn't yet. We have a "rare" type of grass that spends eight months of the year dead as hell. Snowy brown. Our neighbors tell us by July it'll resurrect. I don't think Leah will wait that long. Re-sodding is definitely in our future. I actually don't mind it that much. It's kind of comical. Don't get me wrong. It's ugly Betty. But while neighbors have been firing up their lawn eaters I haven't had to. Which brings me to this morning. I went to the Lowes to buy a gas can and oil (both burned up in the fire). But while there the Task Force caught my eye. I wish I could say that I bought this man-powered, gas-abstaining grasscutter for environmental reasons. I'd like to honestly say I'm doing my part to save seals. But really, I just liked the idea of being the only guy in the neighborhood/circle of friends who mows his lawn the old fashioned way. Pathetic I know. Regardless, the thought of that beautifully-simple turbine of spinning blades swept me off my feet. So I brought TF home and made sweet sweet lawncare love with today's updated version of the original mistress of grass clipping. Who knows how it'll be when I have more than a small patch to mow, but today was fanciful. I felt an ancestral comradery that I imagine Civil War reenactors feel when they're running around dodging imaginary cannonballs. I felt Ulysses S. Grant smiling down on me. Or was that Al Gore? Either way I felt a beard.

3 comments:

ylmurph said...

I considered buying one of those once when I was thinking of making a putting green in my backyard. I'd heard that you'd need one of those...and also know how to actually grow the kind of grass you'd need for a putting green.

Now I'm just trying to match every weed in my lawn with at least one blade of grass...and I'm losing...

Ed Hatke said...

We had one of those when I was a kid. Only it was rusted so the blades didn't move very well. Or cut well for that matter. I'm pretty sure that's when I learned to cuss.

Brent Shock said...

Um, yeah, good luck with that thing. My grandmother had one of those things and I have vivid memories of trying to use that piece of crap to mow her yard. What I remember the most: how even the smallest of twigs would stop the blades from turning.