MY LAWNMOWER CONFESSION

MY LAWNMOWER CONFESSION: "For one dollar per address, I would manicure the neighborhood into a fine green carpet, every blade perfectly in its place. An old push mower at first gave way to a bright red gas-powered rotary mower. Eventually, I worked up to the Rolex of mowers at the time, a McLane front-throw, self propelled, 7-blade, 21 inch beauty. Briggs and Stratton, 3.5 horsepower with a fire-hydrant yellow finish. It was the envy of the lawn mowing neighborhood.

But maybe I dislike mowing lawns because I now see the insanity of the process. Fertilize and water incessantly to make the millions of tiny green blades grow quick, tall and straight. Once they do, push the fancy metal machine over them and slice them off, back to where they were before the water and fertilizer. Feed, water and slice. Feed, water and slice. Repeat each week indefinitely. Hmmm." ...( Click on title link above to read about the practical metamorphisis of a lawn mowing maven.) ...