A re-post from 2017. For those who are already looking forward to mowing season :) It's a sunny Saturday afternoon in early June; I'm slowly making my way across a lush lawn on a machine that's as boldly green as the grass below it, but in a shade that is notoriously unmatched in tone. The blades are off, the mowing deck is up. This is a leisurely drive, and I am not alone; on my leg sits my nephew, who in a matter of days will turn 2. In a matter of moments, he will fall asleep, lulled by the rumble of the engine and the dull bang of the machine's myriad metal parts as we roll over the occasional mole hill or half-hidden branch.
Of Lawnmowers and Legacies
Of Lawnmowers and Legacies
Of Lawnmowers and Legacies
A re-post from 2017. For those who are already looking forward to mowing season :) It's a sunny Saturday afternoon in early June; I'm slowly making my way across a lush lawn on a machine that's as boldly green as the grass below it, but in a shade that is notoriously unmatched in tone. The blades are off, the mowing deck is up. This is a leisurely drive, and I am not alone; on my leg sits my nephew, who in a matter of days will turn 2. In a matter of moments, he will fall asleep, lulled by the rumble of the engine and the dull bang of the machine's myriad metal parts as we roll over the occasional mole hill or half-hidden branch.