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.
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3 years ago
3 comments:
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...
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.
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.
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