The Push Mower

Grass in our lawn never takes a vacation.  We went away, but the lawn stayed home, got drunk on rain and reached for the sky.  Well, seven inches is not the sky, but you know what I mean.

The power end of the mower

So as soon as it could be stuffed into the Things I get to do today, I mowed the lawn.  It was damp and supposed to rain. Tall grass is difficult.  Wet, tall grass is close to impossible.  And it did, indeed, rain.  But I've got one of those mowers that isn't broken unless I am.

Well-coated with long, wet grass

Trusty piece of equipment it is. Never runs out of gas, or oil, or breaks the starter cord, or has a dead battery, or picks up rocks or wire bits and hurtles them dangerously at the unsuspecting. Nope, this mower goes when I say go and stops when I need a rest. But mowing the lanky green was very hard work.  Fortunately, it's done now. The henny pennies have small mountains of clippings to hunt, peck and scratch through. In a few days, we'll cycle this job through the "get to do today" list to clean it up proper like when the rain takes a break. But for now the old push mower performed beautifully.